I was recently at a friend’s house and entered into a conversation with those present when the question concerning the reality of the homogenization in Ireland. I responded: “color, you mean?” “Yes,” was the response. This got us onto the question of color, in particular whiteness and identity.As the conversation had transitioned into the color of folks presently occupying the space, I piped up and said: “we’re not all white!” This, of course, was greeted with: “well, you look white.” I began by situating myself outside the binaries by suggesting that I’m colorless, and my friend said, “well, you just said you identify as a person of color.” Yes, of course, I did say that, now didn’t I! How does one identity as a person of color while identifying as a colorless person?
My birth mother is Mexican, probably more Indo-Mexican, and she is brown, very brown. Her skin is beautiful. My birth father is [er, was, as he is dead now] white, and probably always “checked” the “white” box on U.S. census forms. [side note: I wonder if my birth mother did too, considering that her family of origin never did [or does] recognize their racial/ “ethnic” identities?] I come from the two of them–1/2 brown or Mexican all the while being completely Mexican; meanwhile, I am 1/2 white all the while being completely White. I constantly straddle the borders of color and “ethnicity.”
So, though I appear white, does that make me white? I have to question the binaries and the culture[s] that are associated with such binaries. There is NOT really a box for me to check: I’m not white, but I am white. I’m not Hispanic, as I’m not from Spain. Then, there is oftentimes that box that says “White, and in parenthesis (not of Hispanic origin). That’s not really me, either.
Though I was raised white, I always knew there was color to my life. When my birth mother asked me at the “tender” age of five whether anyone ever made fun of me because of my color, I knew then that I was different. Different color, perhaps? My reply to her question was an emphatic “NO” but I walked through life knowing that I was being raced and colored by the culture in which I was situated. And what was that culture? It was the white culture. It wasn’t until later that I discovered all things Mexican; I was young, still, and my Mexican experiences and summers were quite formative. I’m grateful for those experiences.
I should mention that I watched my body/skin color change as I grew older. Face a bit more whiter than my legs, but soon the skin pigmentation caught up and evened out. There are places, even still, that are more brown than others, and my thesis supervisor immediately can point out the Latin American in me, along with some of my Texas buddies. People all around me have helped me to race myself.
I am colored and yet I am colorless.
So, the question of color is an important one. Not only for me, but for you, too! Let me explain. The culture[s] that are associated with the the binaries are difficult for all of us to fit; there is not adequate room for all of us. For the Irish who appear and/or look white, are they White? Are they part of that White Symbolic Order? Many of these folks come from the margins, as do many Latin Americans? Where is that box for us to check?What box do you check?



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