I used to stubbornly answer “Washington D.C.” because that’s where I was born, or “California” because that’s where I grew up from. But those answers would always provoke “No! Where are you really from?”
To most of the world, I am merely just another black guy. Fine. They can have their opinion and I can have mine.
When I was a boy, if you were multiracial you learned pretty quickly there was no clearly designed spaced for you in the world.
3. People often ask, “WHAT ARE YOU?” in tones which make you feel subhuman or extraterrestrial.