My life is black and white and mixed. My mother's a Rastafarian, my dad was a short white guy - it's not an affectation. It's also the lives of millions of people throughout the world.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
All of us are so mixed. My great-grandfather was white.
I come from a mixed background - my mom's black, my dad's white - and I traveled around the world.
My dad is Caucasian, and my mom is African American. I'm half black and half white. Being biracial paints a blurred line that is equal parts staggering and illuminating.
I am black, and there's no getting around that, but being black doesn't define every aspect of my life.
I was one of the only people of color at my grade school and also my high school. It's weird recollecting on my childhood, I think, because my brothers are all white. We all share the same father but different mothers. I guess I kind of associated white, but I was occasionally reminded in a really negative way that I wasn't.
My mixed-race background made me a broad person, able to relate to different cultures. But any woman of colour, even a mixed colour, is seen as black in America. So that's how I regard myself.
I myself am mixed race - my mother is Korean, and my father is an American Jew - so I've always felt other.
I realize that I'm black, but I like to be viewed as a person, and this is everybody's wish.
It's important for me to think I'm mixed-race.
My grandfather was coloured, my father was Negro, and I am Black.