Thoughts on the “Bill of Rights for Racially Mixed People”

I have the right

  • not to justify my existence in this world
  • not to keep the races separate within me
  • not to be responsible for people’s discomfort with my physical ambiguity
  • not to justify my ethnic legitimacy
  • to identify myself differently than strangers expect me to identify
  • to identity myself differently than how my parents identity me
  • to identify myself differently than my brothers and sisters
  • to identify myself differently in different situations
  • to create a vocabulary to communicate about being multiracial
  • to change my identity over my lifetime–and more than once
  • to have loyalties and identify with more than one group of people
  • to freely chooose whom I befriend and love

By Maria P. P. Root (via Light-skinn-ed Girl)

This is a thought-provoking piece of work, with which I can at least partially identify. So much of the discussion about “mixed-race issues” is limited to the experience of bi-racial (white/black) people living in the US of A; the “Bill of Rights” is broader in scope.

Some of its declarations I have always taken for granted – never have I had to justify my existence, for instance. And the phrase “physically ambiguous” is downright amusing.

But it made me realise that I don’t know how my parents self-identify, and nor do I know how they would describe my siblings and I.

And I have had to justify my ethnic legitimacy, on more than one occasion and to the gamut of family, friends and the parents of former paramours.

It’s a strange thing to be a victim of generic racism. It sounds absurd, but I have always wanted to ask, when faced with such discrimination, which part of me most offends.

In other words, is it because I is black? Or is it because I am not Indian/Chinese/White enough?

(Or, more recently, is it because I’m a twenty-something overachieving chick with dreadlocks and a predilection for wearing Converse to work? Hmm.)

I have never felt (insert ethnic grouping here) enough.

Still, I have had more experience of Trinidad’s version of black and Indian culture than I have had exposure to my Chinese and White heritage. But I am comfortable with none of these. In situations that are purely one or the other, I have always felt ill at ease.

When I donned a shalwar to attend a Divali celebration at my highschool, eyebrows were raised.

When, in my younger days, I was briefly part of the tennis-playing set, I didn’t quite fit in with rivals at tournaments in Port of Spain and environs, and that wasn’t just because they were way better than I. We didn’t speak the same language – and if you’ve ever hung out with the Westmoorings crew, you’ll know what I mean.

Total lack of Chinese-related anecdotes is sufficiently telling, methinks.

I have no real, first-hand experience of what it is like to be white/Indian/Chinese in Trinidad.

Nor do I know what blackness means, as much as I use it as political shorthand for my identification with issues of racism, discrimination and other minority concerns.

Does that make my claim to these multiple strands of history less valid? Am I less authentic because I exercise my right to tick “Other”?

Nothing like an identity crisis on a Friday afternoon.


  • d. phunk

    (edited by sin to fix truncated link)

    “Yes but…What ARE you?

    I hears ya girl.

  • d. phunk

    (edited by sin to fix truncated link)

    “Yes but…What ARE you?

    I hears ya girl.

  • H Ethelbert Mc Dowell

    It would be interesting to know whether any owners, directors,managers or large depositors withdrew their money or most of it from CIB in the weeks prior to the government take-over. These “honchos” must have known before any one else, of the banks demise of course, so there must have been a high degree of capital flight – so much for us who are not supposed to panic. What is also interesting (polite word) is that the central bank and government who has been continually assuring us – no problem, tings good – now annouces that CLICO’s contribution to our GDP is 25%, Methanol prices have been going down, didn’t they know about the signigicance of CLICO when the run on Methanol prices began – no problem. CLICO did nothing wrong in the way that they extended themselves – they say. The manner in which there was interelationship between their companies becomes questionable only now, they broke no laws – because we have none that prevents this sort of business arrangement. We now end up holding the rotten stick. We have no laws to prevent this, WHY? because our elected leaders only in the parliament to argue about what PNM do and what UNC didn’t do, who still “tiefin’ and who did so in the past, who black and who is indian, who have one kidney and who have two, which laptop to use and what to use it for and who dress up pretty for divali or emancipation, should we buy Toyota, BMW or Benz (ah just get ah minister wuk) – tourism on de up up look four cruise ships in de habour for de conferences buh we payin’ fo dat – free meals, endless grog (mornin, noon and night). Trinidad is ah paradise.

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