Being Mixed Essay

As a white male, raised in a middle class, rural family, I am not diverse at all. For most of my life, I even failed to see the importance of diversity. The majority of my high school looked the same, acted the same, and thought the same way. When I found out that my brother is gay, my perspective on diversity completely transformed. As I learned of his struggles, from being harassed at work to feeling that he had to pretend to be somebody else while at school, I realized diversifying is much more than something companies did to boost their public reputation. I may be impartial, but my brother is brilliant, one of the smartest, most ambitious kids that I know. I saw that being in an environment that was not inclusive to him whether it was

Having grown up in Puerto Rico and being puertorican, my people are multicolored and multi-cultured. Since I come from such a background, where everyone was multi colored, that is my point of view. Difference is not something that stood out to me. (personal interview) Another individual answered that question stating “When I was growing up I attended school with a very diverse crowd where, yes at a lot of times I was the minority, but it never was a time where I had to pay attention to it or that it was brought to my attention because everyone just saw personality instead of color” (personal interview) Like I discussed earlier, I never saw any race to be greater that the other. I never had a problem with any race, but as to speak for the other races, I cant. I can remember one time when I was in school a kid spit at me and told me I couldn’t be by him because my skin was dirty. I remember going home and scrubbing my arms until the almost bled because I was trying to get the ‘dirt’ off of my skin. I soon learned that I couldn’t change my skin color and that no matter what anybody had to say, I am great and no race is greater than the

Not only does multiracial people deal with the issues from society but many of them are rejected by their families the people who is supposed to love and accept you no matter what. Multiracial individuals are often stereotyped for instance light skinned men are said to be weaker than an African American male, some assume that biracial people feel that they look better than mono- racial people, and they are struck

Mixed race families might have been viewed different at the beginning when the United States was created, however, as time went by there were people who stood up for what they believed in. Even though many lives where lost that did not persuade people to try to make America a different place. Although, acceptances of mixed race families were not well received even after all the laws and acts that have passed that did not discourage people to fall in love, on the contrary it made them stronger. Today society might be completely different from what our founding fathers had in vison but if society keeps an open mind and learn not to repeat the same mistakes from past; perhaps only then society can be completely

Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,

Throughout life I have had people asking “ Are you, like, half white and half white.” I have heard people talk about other races like they were not equal. For example, fourth grade I had this one friend who said “people should stay with their own race” not knowing that I was biracial. So I kind of felt like there was something wrong with me as a kid. But few years later I learned that there was nothing wrong with me, and that it was just others ignorance how they were raised to think. Today, I am proud to be biracial, knowing that there is nothing wrong with it.

I grew up in a family without much diversity, both of my parents are African American but my father is half Cuban. Growing up diversity wasn't something that was talked about; it was better to fit, to conform.My family isn't the most accepting to things that are different so they normally talked down about people who are overweight, gay or just people that didn't look or dress like them. I didn't understand that growing up and I just followed what my parents did and said even though I disagreed with it.

When I was extended seven feet above the ground, I knew we had succeeded. My two bases were in front of me and my backspot was behind me. I heard the familiar counts of my backspot “one, two, three, four”, I bounced and pushed myself up into my bases waiting hands, “five, six, seven, eight”, I straightened as my bases lifted me up to chest level. I locked my knees and stayed tight. I put on a smile and looked ahead. I felt my backspot release her hold on my ankles. I heard her voice once again, “extension, one, two, three, four”, I brought my hands down to my sides and focused on staying tight as I slowly rose, “five, six, seven, eight. I was all the way up. Then a few moments later I heard the counts as they brought me to chest level then back down to the ground. We had done it, we had hit the stunt and did an extension.

Growing up, I was surrounded by a very homogeneous society. My small town was not diverse and I became one of few minorities of that population. I learned and accepted that I was one of the only Asians in my school.

One of the greatest life skills that you can attain is to always double check! I unfortunately had to learn this lesson the hard way. Even though obstacles come up, you can always learn from them. In this certain situation, my brother David and I thought that we did something when in reality we didn't.

No matter the year I don't think being mixed has ever been easy. Whether you were born in the 1960s, or the 2000s, it doesn't matter discrimination has always been around yes, it has changed, but it's still here and it really needs to go away. Yes black and whites may be able to go to school together now, hang out with each other, go to the same bathroom, and be friends with each other, but have we really changed from the 1960s because if we have changed so much shouldn't we be able to accept these new upbringings in our world instead of downgrading them. Some of you reading this might think that I am talking about the LGBQT community but I'm not well I'm not only talking about that but I'm talking about beliefs and any other important topic.

As a little girl I had my life completely planned out. I was going to graduate high school and enlist in the military. The ultimate goal was to become an Army Veterinarian. Being a veterinarian in the service would help me gain a lot of hands on experience in the veterinary field. Also, the military would pay for my schooling. My plan was very well thought out. But, not everything works out according to plan.

In todays world we live within a mix of all types of people from different ethnic backgrounds. Within the store, while at school, at the workplace, or in your neighborhood,

Growing up I always had the opportunity to interact with diverse groups. My father is a retired master sergeant of the United States Army. He is African-American and was born and raised Baptist in Kentucky. He married my mother who is South Korean and Buddhist. I spent the first three years of my life living in South Korea where my father was stationed. We

Once, I was snoring so loud that I sacred my own self. When I had finished a long day at work ; I decided to take a nap. This nap was not like the others, I wanted to see if I moved around while sleeping because I couldn't sleep. I recorded my self sleeping, then the next day I open the file and see a loud and scary snore. I was so scared that I thought my house was haunted. I was determined to find out the source of the unrecognized noise. I asked around my house if anyone knew what that noise was , and they all stared at me and laughed. The discomfort of an unrecognized sound can be frustrating, but once you realize it was all along you its just normal.