Interracial Love

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Being in an interracial relationship is the most controversial topic in our country. Although it is still socially unacceptable, it has been more common in the last 30 years among black and white people. For the past 3 years, I have been in an interracial relationship with a white man that I love very much but to our dismay, we still get a lot of hateful looks and even harsh words from opinionated people. Either way it goes, we still decide to stay together but truth is, I don’t feel like I belong with my racial group and neither with his for so many reasons. When we first introduced each other to our families, they were completely shocked because in their mind we are fraternizing with the enemy because of slavery. Many think that being with someone who is not your race is considered disrespectful and if you have kids, your kids will be considered as an abomination. People need to realize that times have changed and racism is over but I guess it just doesn’t matter to them. When I hang around our friends or family, I feel like I don’t belong. According to other blacks, I am a white girl stuck in a black girl’s body. This mostly came from the fact of being in a relationship with a white man. At times, when I visit some family who live in bad neighborhoods, I am told to keep quiet because if I say anything, they would say that I think I am better than them. If they find out that I am with a white man, then all hell will break loose. It is pretty much the same way with my boyfriend because his family is mostly from the country. When it comes to political views, many are stunned because I personally don’t agree with President Obama. It’s not because I am with a white man, it’s because I just don’t agree with much he has to say and I... ... middle of paper ... ...n with whites nor blacks but that is okay. Sometimes I wish that the talk of slavery was over. There is nothing wrong with being different and having your own views. At times I do feel lonely because I know that I am being judged for my choice. Being in the middle is not fun because I am not fully accepted by either group. What matters to me is that our parents and grandparents love us no matter what we choose and despite the fact we both have different skin colors. Some say I am either a traitor or a wannabe. When I was told to stay silent, as Kim Hoang stated, “It was a constant reminder that I will never fully assimilate life there” (pg.297). If being an outsider is what I am considered because I am in an interracial relationship, then it’s a price I don’t mind paying. Works Cited Hoang, K. (n.d.). Chinese in New York, American in Beijing. 297.
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