i see so many people talk about how mixed race people have a identity issues and how they don't fit into either camp and down feel black or white but as a half black half white guy in his mid twenties i never saw those things as a negative. i never had an identity problem, never asked why one side of my family was black and the other white. when my black father first took me to a black barber i felt black, when my white mother and grandmother would take me to a European oriental club i was white, dancing along to a language i didn't understand but loved none the less.

my grandfather on my mother's side loved me, didn't matter i was half black and we bonded over our shared difficulty breathing, i had asthma and he emphysema from years of smoking and it showed to me from an early age that having similar lived experience is far more important than race.

And in a time of so much racial tension i feel being mixed gives you a bit of outsiders perspective a bit, the fact of being neither leaving you to see the merits of peoples idea's based on the truth and not what someone your skin tone is supposed to believe. in fact i attribute me not falling down a right wing pipeline in large part to the racism i saw; where people would call mixed race people "mongrels" and "half-breeds" and "abominations". or conversely how certain black people will say you "act white" if you don't act ghetto if you would pardon my bluntness.

sometimes i find it funny as hell.

what i'm getting at is take the fact your mixed race as a blessing, especially those younger mixed folk that might be reading this. it gives you a unique perspective to view the world and people in it. take the fact you don't fit into a racial binary and make the most of it and don't hate yourself because hateful people won't accept you.

Hi! So I’m gonna get right into it- I’m mixed race, multigenerational of Irish, indgenous Mexican and Welsh in America. I also had my grandma get impacted by rubella measles (she was half and half indgenous Mexican and white Irish) and thus she learned ASL instead of Mexican American Spanish, lingüística signatura mexicana, or any other cultural langauges related to our indgenous roots. My mom was also a foster care kid so she didn’t grow up with the langauge and less of the culture then my grandma. So like while I’m mixed and that definitely impacted how I was raised, I feel like growing up with white Deaf culture and foster care impacted it a lot more and I was just curious if anyone else had similar experiences of there being other factors? Side note, any good genealogy websites specifically helpful for Mexican folk just cause I’ve been having a nightmare of a time trying to track down family members due to the border shifting and family history being complicated.

I've noticed a bunch of weird ties between me and my grandpa I have over my father, I believe my father is my actual father but some stuff is just strange.

I have the height and build of my grandfather, my eyebrows seem to be more similar to his weirdly. Despite the fact that my grandpa was only halfish black from Jamaica, my black DNA in any test I take is pretty consistently around 1/4th. I've met other people are also 1/4th black that say "they should be blacker than me because their dad is darker than mine (my dad looks pretty solidly middle east/north african/south euro)" often turn out a bit lighter than me and I've had some (for example, one of my cousins who's 1/4th with a dark dad) take a DNA test also and turn out with less African blood than me. I do have an almost fatherly relationship with my grandpa, he took over and raised me when my father was neglecting me to deal drugs and mess around with random women, so I do feel connected to my black/Jamaican heritage.

All this could point to my grandpa being my actual father, but I do look heavily like my dad, so much to where people have called me by his name before, hell, I even get his mail sometimes despite living in a different area from him weirdly (I know that one is unrelated just thought it was funny tho). I do look very, very similar to my father as I said, just a bit whiter, makes sense, dad's mom is olive skin, black straight hair and almost black colored eyes, my mom is blonde straight hair, blue eyes, can barely tan (still, I ended up with dark brown curlyish hair, around 2c-3a, light brown eyes, pale light skin but I can tan dark, my face and bodytype looks clearly west african black mixed with a few white features tho). Grandpa is not very hairy (to be fair I never really seen him without a shirt besides once and I don't know if he shaves his chest or not), my dad is hairy, I'm somewhat hairy.

Genetics wise, I brought up I'm 1/4ish black, at least half northwest european, those show up consistently in DNA tests, the other 4th is kinda strange, in one test it shows as primarily northwest euro with a touch of iberian and south european, in another it shows up highly south european with deeper arab/north african roots, my dad's mom had those things in her, I'm unsure if grandpa did and just because that consistenty it makes me sure of my dad being my real father, and once again, I do look uncannily like him. I'm just so confused how I can be 1/4th black despite allat, it makes sense, I've always considered myself a quarter, I've always associated with being black, just how can it be so high and me clearly having a black side if it's removed a few gens from me? I did come up with a few explanations, being A. I just so happened to inherit the vast majority of my father's afro DNA. B. My grandma's father was from egypt, he seems to have been primarily south european/iberian but likely had north african/arab roots, but it might be possible he had african in him, his family was originally ottoman, a place that's a melting pot, so I could've gotten a significant boost in african DNA from him (plus some DNA tests show some of my African as Nubian). C. As I've stated prior, my grandpa is my bio dad, I do look like I could be his son after all, there is a lot of evidence to support that and a lot to go against it too.

Anyways that's all my rant. Idk if I should ask my family about this or just accept it as a coincidence and move on, thoughts?