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As we bonded over writing workshops and the bizarre situation we found ourselves in — teaching undergrads how to write about race when we were in our early twenties and learning to do that ourselves — we discovered how much we had in common as mixed- race daughters of immigrant mothers. Although our mothers come from very different parts of the world, one from Jamaica and one from Japan, our relationships with them have some striking similarities: the way we admire them, the way they sometimes wrap their love in prickly language, the way we strive to understand them knowing we never completely will. When we decided to write about our mothers in a joint essay, we started with a long list of questions for each other. In the end, we interviewed ourselves with these ten. When did you first start thinking about race?
Nicole Adlman (NA): In second grade, my mom came to visit my classroom at my new school on Virginia Road, a curved, sleepy street that framed the small building and populated a portion of its students. I was in Ms. Brown’s class, likely coloring, or maybe reading, or possibly writing. My mom was suddenly behind the closed door of my classroom, waving through the window. She smiled, and I said to Dan, the boy nearest me, chest puffed and proud, “That’s my mom.” He looked at her face, the color of coffee after cream, and said, “No, she’s not.” I countered that, well, yes, she is.
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And he again looked from me to her, and said, “No, she’s not. She’s black.”Race wasn’t in my language before we moved from Brooklyn.
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Suddenly my mom was Black, and I was…not Black? But I was Black (if she was Black!). All confusing and weird for a seven- year- old who had before then likely, maybe, possibly used a yellow crayon to color herself on white paper. Not because of skin color, but because yellow.
Mia Nakaji Monnier (MNM): I always knew that my mom was from Japan and that I was part Japanese, but I didn’t really start thinking about my identity in terms of race until college. Before that point, my family’s culture was my world, and it felt completely normal. Even when I was little, growing up in small- town Illinois, we celebrated Japanese New Year with sweet black beans and tiny fish, took our cousins’ hand- me- down kimono to school for show- and- tell, and listened to my mom’s minor- key lullabies at night. My dad, who is American and white, lived in Tokyo for a year in college, and while his Japanese is imperfect, he also contributed to the sense of Japanese- ness in our house in small ways, like saying “ittekimasu” when he went out the door and “tadaima” when he came home (those phrases like “see you later” and “I’m back” but more ritualized, said the same way each time).
My mom, meanwhile, made American dishes she may have picked up from her friends at our Unitarian church, who she told me years later taught her how to be a parent. We ate rice with every meal, but with things like pork chops, sauerkraut, and frozen peas. When people asked me if my mom cooked Japanese food at home, I didn’t know how to answer. To me, it was just food — and my mixed family was just my family. We also moved a lot while I was growing up (seven times before I graduated from high school), which made us especially close but also isolated in a way, like an odd subspecies of island bird. When I went to college, in a small town in Vermont, I noticed for the first time that people didn’t always see me, culturally, the way I saw myself. I decorated my room with my kokeshi dolls and Japanese dollar- store finds and ate the microwavable curry my parents mailed from home, which by then was Southern California.
One friend observed this and told me, “You act a lot more Asian than you are.” That was the first time I wondered, how Asian am I? How do you identify, racially and culturally? NA: I identify as Black and white, or Black and Jewish, or biracial. I don’t often say “mixed.” I’m not sure why I feel like I have less claim to the word than any other mixed person, but I like to spell out with color, say the Black and then say the white (or Jewish). I’ve recently started to say things like “I’m Black,” and then feel uncertain in that ownership. It almost feels like I should have come to that identification sooner, like clinging to “and white” for so long has harmed my ability to verbally own my Blackness, to just say I’m Black.
I’m 2. 6, and identity is still a work in progress for me. This is probably infuriating for POC who worked much sooner to find their sense of race. But I didn’t start to think critically about identity until I had to teach as an assistant lecturer in grad school. Making students question the politics of race and class in Los Angeles made me more curious about my politics of race, and why I sometimes saw one or both or neither in the mirror. Unpacking identity can feel raw.
I’ve been forced to question specific instances in my life when internalized racism was at play, and to analyze external factors that caused my hate and anxiety to curve inward. But the process is also invaluable. This is the first time I’m even writing about my thoughts about my own race and identity, and how it relates to my mother. MNM: I still sometimes feel self- conscious that I’m not Asian enough — to write about race, to tell stories that should be told by a person of color, to call myself a person of color or Japanese American.
But I do call myself both those things, as well as mixed. I don’t call myself white in the same way (though I’ll say I’m half white) because it sounds mutually exclusive of anything else. But I am proud to be my dad’s daughter, and to have roots in the Oregon countryside where his family comes from.