I posted this on rokkstar earlier today. The topic means so much to me that I’m going to post it here

as well:

I missed the heated discussion about this in another thread, so I want to bring this up now.

Maybe Vasillos [person from the forum] doesn’t refer himself as white, so it may not be fair for anyone to call him white. Firstly, he’s American with a

Greek and Italian background. Right?

I don’t like the labels: white, black, yellow, brown whatever.

Yeah [my forum title is] High Yella Heffa, but this is a mockery of people calling me this all my life.

I call myself black for the sake of society, but the older I become the more I don’t like being called it nor calling myself black.

What is black? What is white?

I’m a American with a light reddish-bronzey skin tone. I’m not from Africa and neither are my parents, so I’m not an African American. I’m not from Asia, so

I’m not an Asian American. I’m not from Italy so I’m not an Italian American.

I’m also not colored, negro or an Afro-American.

My father is caramel. My mother is lighter than me. My grandfather was lighter than her. On one side of my family the skin tone gets lighter and lighter on

the other side it gets darker, lighter, then darker, then lighter then dark again. My point is that when it comes down to it, none of us are/were black. We

are who we are. We are mutts if anything. European-African-Native American and some other stuff I’m sure I’m not aware of.

Now things would be different if my entire nuclear family was from Egypt or Mongolia. Then I’d be an Egyptian American or a Mongolian American (lol that

sounds funny). And things would be different if my mother’s nuclear family was from a certain country and my father’s nuclear family was from a certain

country.

I’m going to stick to checking ‘other’ if someone wants to know my race.

This is something that has been on my mind a lot lately.

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