We were in William Sonoma, admiring Le Creuset’s brand new color of cast iron cookware (a turquoise blue, the hue of Miami beach water), when a brown skinned woman wearing an apron embroidered with WS approached us. As her steps drew near, I dreamt of telling the woman, “Yes, we’ll take every piece you have in this whimsy turquoise, please. I’m Cuban and belong in Miami, just like this Dutch oven belongs in my kitchen. Thank you very much.”
But her eyes never caught mine. Her stride was so swift that her thick braid of straight, dark hair swung from side to side as she brought herself two inches from my husband’s tall frame. She was a short woman, and stood with her chin pointed towards the ceiling to look into my husband’s dark-skinned face. She asked him, “What tribe are you from?”
This happens to us more frequently than you might expect.
One day, while waiting in line at a Las Vegas (where we currently live) DMV, a frantic Latino couple grabbed his arm. The man asked my husband, “Eres Cubano?!? Hablas español?” All my husband could think to do was point to me.
He doesn’t speak Spanish, nor is he Cuban. He isn’t Native American Indian either. However, something about his high cheek bones and the red undertone in his skin make many people question if he is someone other than who he actually is.
None of those presumptions were difficult to process when it was just the two of us. He is African American, and stunningly handsome I might add. And me? I’m a brown Latina. A first generation US citizen, born to Cuban immigrants, my family speaks Spanish but English is the language I use most. An Americanized Latina could be my label, if you like that kind of thing. Sometimes, when I don’t have a tan and my hair is highlighted, I could pass as a dark White girl, but usually people question if I am Persian. Whatever the case, my husband and I were comfortable in our personal identities and, at the very least, aware of how the world perceived our identities to be.
Living and loving as a mixed couple was easy, although not so for everyone we knew. He had his life, I had mine, and together we closed the door to our bubble and made a world of acceptance. And when marriage was proposed, not a thought further than wanting to spend the rest of my life with him passed through my mind. It wasn’t until our daughter was born 18 months ago that I began to seriously examine the impact our blending identities had (and will have) on our sweet Alina.
Sadly, I know that my husband and I can not completely control the dynamics of how our daughter develops her personal identity. I realize that much of the way she will see herself will be entangled with how the world defines her. Although I’ve been told that Alina looks very much like me, it is obvious to most people we encounter that she is of mixed ethnicities. And she is! I would never deny that. But I worry our world of black and white will strip away from my baby the part of her that is me. The brown. The Latina. Hence, my fervor for raising a bilingual child is at its peak. In the sense that Spanish connects so many different Latin cultures, my hope is that it also connects Alina to her Latin roots. Because, no matter what the world might label her as, speaking Spanish will grant Alina ownership to half of who she is. Raising a bilingual child truly is a gift, of identity most of all.
Great story Vanessa. I couldn’t help but flinch when I read the part about the WS associate asking your husband what tribe he belongs to….what did he say? Im glad you are able to share with us your experiences without sounding bitter about it….I grew up in Southern CA and when I was in middle school we moved to a predominantely white neighborhood…I had girls ask me where I tanned! I was pretty upset by it but then again I was at a different point in my life….I look forward to checking our your blog.
Beautiful, Vanessa! I love more than anything the personal stories of the WHY we decide to raise children with a second (or more) language. I love them because most of the reasons come from the heart. From an entrenched need of connection to roots, family, heritage and culture.
Tu hija está bella!
Thank you, amigas!
Suzanne, my Husband is the least bitter person I have ever known {one of the huge reasons I fell in love with him} and he has helped me to understand that gaining a perspective on your personal identity gives you power in navigating the identities in which the world defines you. He is brilliantly strong, and I blessed to be married to him. Oh, he answered her question like a big dummy: “Uhhhh, LA?” Haha!
I am also from Southern California {and a very white town}, so I battled with similar identities issue as you did. I wrote about my experiences in a piece of my Personal Identity Project. For me, where I was raised has meant a disconnect of my Latino-ness. Much of my blog, De Su Mama, has been about reclaiming it back.
And thank you, Ana! Alina is the love of our lives!
Lovely writing and pictures! Completely understand … my Peruvian husband also has an ambiguous quality to his ethnic makeup, that can only be described as not white, not black, not indigenous, just … limeño. But, he has no hang ups about it. I think it is partly because growing up with a large, solid family created a foundation of confidence and sense of self, and partly due to having one of those “rich inner lives” that do not require validation from the external world. Whereas me, being of full Asian descent, growing up in the US isolated from extended family, I always sought out my identity from the outside. I try not to pass on the chips on my shoulder to my kids, but it’s hard to resist schooling people when they wants to call you and your kids “chinos” regardless of whether we actually are from China or at least ethnically Chinese. But, baby steps. We have decided to raise our children as mixed Latino-Asian-Peruvian-Americans (whew a mouthful!) in Peru, for a number of reasons, but the biggest being to experience family and give them cultural grounding at least from their father’s side. A place to call home, so to speak. I know each individual experiences and internalizes differently, but since we have this option, I felt why not exercise it. I just don’t want them to feel so culturally lost and diluted as I do now as an adult.
Oh how I would love to move my little family to a Latin American country where we can really immerse ourselves in our language and culture! My husband lived in Mexico for a few years and has a strong love for all things Latino, despite not speaking the language.
Bokum, you are giving your children an amazing gift by living in Peru! I’m so jealous!
Thank you for sharing your story. Your line” no matter what the world might label her as, speaking Spanish will grant Alina ownership to half of who she is” is very inspiring. Good post!
Thank you, Nora! So happy you enjoyed it.
Amiga, you’re such an awesome person and I love how honest and thoughtful you are. This is such a great story! Spanish is definitely a necessary tool for connecting our children to their identity and I love the personal identity projects that your working on and this guide that you’re creating for your daughter, who will someday have to navigate her own identity. So glad to know you!
Oh Chantilly, you have been a constant source of support! Un abrazo muy fuerte, amiga.
This really resonates with me. I am a Latina born and raised in the U.S. I consider myself bi-cultural. My husband is half white, half black, raised in Hawaii (sort of like Barak Obama), he is light skinned and people usually assume he is Latino. I call it Latino by association. I have two daughters one is favors my skin color (lighter than my husband) the other is more like her father. They are both beautiful and a rich mix of cultures. People have a hard time accepting that someone is mixed, they want to simplify it and categorize it. I am teaching them Spanish and English because that is what I can give them of my culture.
What a beautiful family! Even with the paper bag accessories And yes, it is a shame that mixedness has not been fully accepted as of yet. But I do believe that is changing; I hope anyway!
Lovely read. I enjoy following your writing.
As the parent of a “mixed” child my interest is always piqued by news bits and professorial social-scientist types saying someday “mixed” ethnicity may have more people in our country than any one particular ethnicity as we consider it now. Anyone seeing the gorgeous face of your girl should agree, if this is the future, it’s beautiful.