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Being brown and having a white dad means something, whether people want to
acknowledge it or not. Right now, I'm working on an anthology project--"WHITE DADS:
Stories and experiences told by people of color, fathered by white men." I've been loving the
ways people are taking this idea, supporting it, and helping it grow. Thing is, though,
absolutely none of us have the same story to tell about what it's like being brown, raised by a
white guy in a society that ranks validity based on melanin and race. This is a part of my
story and the story behind WHITE DADS.
Answers are never just black and white--but in the case of biracial identity, sometimes, that's
exactly what they are.
When I was about five years old, I learned the phrase, "Pedestrians have the right of way."
To me, this translated to, "I am going to walk into the road, and you have to stop." So with all
the wonder and arrogance of a new kindergartener, I unfortunately made a habit of walking
out into traffic with the confidence of a queen. My mother calls this my "Bad Seed" phase.
My older sister had to literally grab me by the shirt and yank me from harm's way as cars
backed out of the driveways I didn't care to notice.
One evening in 1996, I was on out on a stroll with my dad downtown. While I don't recall it
being a particularly bustling evening, I know there must have been enough cars buzzing by
to practice caution when near the road. What I do recall, though, is that I was being a brat,
most likely because I didn't want to hold my dad's hand. I was probably insulted by the sheer
fact that he thought I needed help crossing the street at all. Didn't he know I had the right of
way?
I broke away from his grasp and took off tearing down the darkening street. My dad, 6 foot
tall, took off running right behind me, no doubt yelling for me to "get back here!" You'll have
to catch me first.
And then, right as the chase was getting underway, I almost ran right smack into a young
couple out on a date. The woman was almost frantic.
My dad has told me about the brief interaction he had with that man and woman, all those
years ago. Now, he laughs at this story.
with the most privilege in our country, and more often than not, the antagonists in stories
about seeking social and racial justice.
These are things I know to be true about the climate of our world. My dad and I both know
that they're true. But what it also means, on a personal, individual level, is that I, a young,
black woman, am seen as the the opposite of the older white man who is my father.
Enter WHITE DADS. This is the push back, the retort, the response, the healing process.
This is a chance to share, laugh, process, and expose the immense diversity that exists in
our communities, even within this one sliver of racial identity. This is a chance to tell our
stories and say that we, the people of color with white dads, are valid, strong, and that we
are not fractions of mismatched cultures inside a single being. We are whole, and who we
are is enough.
Don't let the specificity of the title fool you. In fact, it's meant to be provocative. In some
ways, it's at odds with itself. Having to preface "dad" with a label, an explanation, can be an
othering experience all it's own. The theme may be specific, but it is by no means narrow.
On top of that, these days, so many brown folks are united under the "people of color"
umbrella. This kind of budding unification is an astounding display of support. By choosing
an often overlooked focus, potential is created to expand that unification in new ways and to
publish those who are bursting at the seams with untold stories.
WHITE DADS is accepting all forms of creative expression from black, brown, mixed race,
adopted and/or POC who have the unique experience of having a white father. This is meant
to be an intentional, creative opportunity to speak on truths, tell stories and share art that fall
within the thematic focus.
I'm tired of defending who I am. Fighting white supremacy and patriarchy, two things I care
greatly about, are political issues I invest a lot of myself into. At the end of the day, though,
theory, "-isms," and social constructs are not going to make my dad less of the father who
raised and loves me. These are political issues. My relationships with my family are not.
It's isolating be unsure of where your identity lies. There is not a universal truth or a simple
answer. This project, like identity itself, is far too nuanced and complicated to ever be
restricted to binary modes of thought; to ever be about just one thing or another.
These are matters I recognize to be authentic about my own story and experience, but
there's so much more to say. WHITE DADS can be a place for those stories to be told. It's a
space to explore the crossroads of where social and political constructs intersect with
personal experiences and family, loving or otherwise; an opportunity to look into the nature
of identity and family ties that are anything but black and white.