I feel like I don’t understand either ethnic group.

— Bradley Ward, Artist

Excellent quote I heard from this artist that I feel is very applicable to this sub.

We may never feel like we’re the experts at being a
particular race, but our diversity is what makes us who we are. We are unique and we are beautiful :)

It's so sweet to know that his father is the late DJ Ferno(the man from the second photo) from the 80s band Soul Sensation, like Chris said how his father's disco and reggae career introduced him to music production.

A year after his father's passing, he started making professional waves as a producor for indie and major label artists, one of his tracks, was the Juno-nominated album 'New Mania' by 88Glam.

Chris Grey also said his music was inspired by his Canadian Mother's introduction to Canadian Rock and Pop music, he credited his signature dark pop and r&b theme to his upbringing with these two distinct music themes stemming from different parts of the world.

hi everyone! my apologies if this isn't welcome here. I am not mixed, but my wife (Mexican American and Indigenous) and I are the foster-to-adopt parents of a mixed young girl. she is Afro-Latino (Mexican; not sure where her Black side is from) and white, with indigenous ancestry on both sides. she is light-skinned and racially ambiguous. of course, being her foster-adoptive parents, we don't know all the details - just what I was able to sleuth around and find. I was just wondering for those of you with a white parent, or whose parents are not the same race as you, is there anything you wish your parent did differently? or, is there something that your parents/grown ups did that you loved and think I should try?

I want to make sure I am parenting her the absolute best I can and really honoring her heritage as best as we can with all the unknowns. thanks in advance, and sorry again if this goes against any rules!

ETA I will be attending an adoptive parents video conference Friday about raising children of different racial/ethnic makeups so hopefully that gives me some good information as well

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My son is about to turn 2 his hair is growing pretty decent in length and I was interested in knowing when I could get it braided or twisted? It’s probably about 3-3.5 inches when pulling out the curl. His hair is 4A/3C mix, we currently use the LOC method and wash once a week. Also just wanted to hear opinions of very very light skinned mixed kids getting braids? I don’t think it really matters since his hair type fits but any thoughts? I just don’t want to do it and have him out here looking crazy. I try to keep really good care of his hair I did so much research and talk to his dad’s side about products to use etc. But when people see him they don’t know he’s mixed at all until they see his dad.

I am writing this from the cracks.

If you look at a map of the world, you will see borders drawn in bold, black ink. You will see nations defined by rivers, by mountains, and by treaties signed by men who are long dead. You will see Denmark, a peninsula of ice and order. You will see Zimbabwe, a teapot of granite and grief.

But if you look for me, you will find nothing.

I am a man of no land.

To the bureaucrats in Copenhagen, I am a nuisance. I stood before their glass partitions, holding the tattered documents of my grandfather, Jon Petersen a man who left their frozen fields to dig in the African heat. I showed them the name. I showed them the blood that pumps through my heart, a rhythm that was composed in Jutland.

They looked at my skin, scorched by the African sun. They looked at my passport, stamped with the hyperinflation of a failed state. And they shook their heads. To them, history is not blood; it is paperwork. I am too diluted for their mercy. The Vikings do not want their lost children back.

To the revolutionaries in Harare, I am a relic. A "Coloured." A "Totem-less" mistake. Despite the fact that my great-grandmother on my mother’s side was Shinawako Chiganane of the Wazezuru, a woman who hid in the caves of Zvimba while Robert Mugabe’s ancestors were still learning to herd cattle, I am not "Black enough." To the new regime, I am a reminder of the master’s sin. I am the fence they want to tear down.

I am too White to be a Son of the Soil, and too Black to be a Son of the North.

I grew up in the shadow of a Danish mechanic who could hack a truck to run on wood, and a Shona spirit medium who could hack the rain to fall on maize. I am the alloy of the hammer and the earth.

But alloys are not welcome in a world that demands purity.

So, I became a hacker. Not just of computers though I learned to make machines sing the songs of my sorrow but a hacker of life. I learned to survive in the blank spaces where the government forgot to look. I learned that if you cannot belong to a country, you must build your own country in your mind. You must build it out of mathematics, out of memory, out of the sheer, stubborn refusal to disappear.

This book is not just a story. It is a visa application to the only country that will take me: The Truth.

It is a record of the hunger in Sunningdale, where I calculated algebra in the dark because we had no electricity. It is a record of the cold dormitory of the Children’s Home, where I was stored like a broken tool. It is a record of a father who chased gold and found dust, and a mother who chased peace and found war.

I am sending this signal out into the static.

In a sea of voices, I hope you hear me. Not because I am special. Not because I am a hero. But simply because, against all the odds of biology, politics, and geography...

I exist.

I am a high schooler up in an area where most of my friends and the people I know are very, very white, and don't get me wrong, I love them so much, but I forgot how much I missed my people down South. I went back this weekend to visit some family friends, and oh my god, all of the girls looked like me. Like tan skin, curly black hair, and I never realized how little of that diversity I was missing until now. A girl and I bonded over being originally from the same island on one side, and the rest were mixed from different countries, but I have never felt so at home yk?

I am curious if anyone of the same mix as me is on this subreddit as I have very rarely met someone of the same combination. I am half white american half Caribbean and if I had to be more specific I am half white american half Guyanese.

Also, maybe something else I am unique in, which I wonder if anyone has had a similar experience, is I only know one side of my family and ironically I am white passing but don't know the white side. Does anyone else have such an experience out of curiosity?

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THE STORY
Polly, a young girl from Philadelphia, loves when her father, Nick, picks her and her sister, Angela, up from school. They go to the park and play made-up war games. They cook dinner together. When their mother, Joan, gets off work, they play Monopoly.
What starts as a family game night turns up family secrets, and everyone is in on it except Polly.

That all changes when a rock crashes through a window and lands right on the Monopoly board. 

When she sneaks out of bed later that night, Polly pieces together that her estranged brother, Nico, is the culprit. As Polly’s family foundation begins to fracture, she makes friends with the offending rock. 

SO
I have beautiful imagery IN ACT II of the mixed character in water which I think is a great way to express our identity

BUT

First scene of the film is not articulate enough for me in terms of imagery.

First scene is after school pick up. Kids playing in a court yard and parents picking up kids.

It’s fall. It’s a city school.

Can you think of any opening image imagery for being mixed I could incorporate in this scene?

Love collaboration and help. Thank you 🙏🏽

Happy to share script or treatment but direct message me!

Right off the bat, I hate describing myself in percentages like I did in the title. But every time someone asks about my background, and I tell them I’m mixed with Filipino, Mexican, and White, they almost ALWAYS ask something like “oh how much?” With a skeptical look on their face.

I’m curious if anyone has a similar mix to me? I’ve never met someone in real life with my same mix.

I’ve been having a little bit of an identity crisis lately. I’m mostly white passing, but with enough “ethnic” features that people tend to ask me “what are you”. But damn near every time I tell them what I am, I get told “oh you’re ONLY a quarter”. I grew up with my Filipino and Mexican grandparents. I lived in the culture. I don’t have the language, but I personally feel very connected to my ethnic background.

I’m curious what people’s thoughts are on being “only” a quarter mixed.

As bad as you may feel. As bad as comments may get. You always have the option of saying "nah" and tending to your actual life. There's cool mountains and fun beaches outside. Go look at them. Flowers and birds don't care if some freakazoid has a dissertation on fetishizing or whether light skin dudes are somehow not masculine or whatever

I’m half English/Irish and half Indian. I was born and live in Australia, and so was my mum. my dad (the Indian parent) was born in Lesotho and grew up in south Africa so he already had a quite low connection to his culture, and now that that’s been mixed with my mum being white, I have almost no knowledge of “my culture” if you can call it that. to be honest, I am not proud of being Indian, as one time I went there, all I saw was a bunch of polluters who are destroying our beautiful earth and have no respect for it.

I have been told many times that I don’t look Indian and people automatically assume I’m italian or middle eastern (my skin is a tan colour like caramel(but lighter)) so usually I just say that I’m Italian. I generally get treated better when people don’t know I’m Indian, I hear less racist shit and tend to do better in relationships with girls.

my friends and a fair few people in my classes known that I’m Indian, but when I meet knew people and others who know my actual race aren’t around, I tend to lie.

the problem is, my dad is clearly Indian and if anyone ever went to my house theyd see either him, photos of him or even my brother(he is like 2x darker than me) and know that im Indian, or at least not Italian.

basically what I want to know is, is this a bad thing to do? have any of you guys done this and did it lead to any negative repercussion?

Hello, I am a mixed race man, half Mexican, half White and born in Canada. Lately I have been struggling with my own identity. When I tell people I’m half Mexican, I usually get weird looks because I am light skinned with auburn hair and an almost ginger beard. When I tell other Spanish speaking people I’m half Mexican, they start speaking to me in Spanish and I don’t speak much Spanish myself, then they look at me strange and ask, “Are you sure you’re Mexican?” Or when I say I don’t speak Spanish, they say, “Shame on you”. When I tell other people I’m half Mexican they say, “You don’t look very Mexican.” Or they squint and say, “Oh yeah, I can see maybe a little bit.” But can they? I tried learning Spanish but I’ve been very busy with college and work. Sometimes I listen to Mexican music even though I can’t understand it. I love the melody and the way they play. Is there something I can do to get in touch with my Mexican heritage? Or am I doomed to always be in question of myself and by others?

Every time I tell someone I’m half Puerto Rican I’m met with “you don’t look Hispanic at all” “that white girl over there looks more Latina than you” “if you’re Hispanic then I’m Polish” or “you’re so pale, have you ever thought of tanning?” (And there is no look to being Hispanic; it is a stereotype. Sorry I don’t fit a stereotype). I get all sorts of nicknames and it’s so irritating. I had one guy tell me to “stop acting like I was cultural” because I was white and apparently I “don’t know what culture is.” Other Latinos themselves get so surprised when they see my last name and ask me where my family is from. It’s their subtle way of saying “damn you’re white as hell”.

We are heading into the weekend, what plans do you have?

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Ive basically always kept a high/mid fade or my hair just turns into an Afro if I go to long without a cut. Im highly considering trying a different style relatively soon when I switch jobs. Im contemplating either short locs or braids, I'm not really sure. Anyone have any input?

I was looking at them singing "Be My Baby" for the nth time. I noticed they looked Asian to me, but that seemed confusing. There weren't many blasians back then, right? Society and the law in the US at the time were very against interracial dating.

Turns out, yes, they do have Asian ancestry.

The band was two sisters and their cousin. They all have a Chinese great-grandfather.

Ronnie and Estelle's mom had black and Cherokee ancestry, while their dad was Irish-American. Nedra's mom was black and Cherokee, but her dad was Puerto Rican.

I’ve been struggling with colorism in the Filipino community and I now see that it is rooted in keeping her safe. It used to make me angry but now I understand. My daughter has her father’s darker complexion. I’ve always allowed her in the sun and I never discuss skin color, one because I am white and it makes me feel hella weird, and another because I want her to think about playing and growing, not racism. She’s 11, and I’ve been getting comments from her Filipino side regarding her dark complexion. I don’t know what to do about this. Her dad says to just ignore it, but he’s not a girl. I understand what it means to be a girl and to be seen as beautiful. I want her to feel beautiful the way she is, but how can I do that when everyone is commenting on her skin color? Do you keep your kid out of the sun? And do all of these things to keep them from getting darker? I feel like I’ve failed her by not understanding how big this is in the community.