Neither One Nor The Other: Why I Love Being Mixed-RacePosted in Articles, Asian Diaspora, Autobiography, Media Archive, United States on 2015-10-30 23:54Z by Steven |
Neither One Nor The Other: Why I Love Being Mixed-Race
Discover Nikkei
2015-10-20
I love those parts that seem incompatible but that, in a person, come together.
During my first week of college, I met a guy who, like me, had a long, four-part name. When I told him mine, he said, “Mine are better because they all match.”
This guy wasn’t exactly representative of my classmates at this New England liberal arts college. He was pretty obnoxious, and our friendship ended right along with freshman orientation. But he had a point. His name did match. It was a nice, genteel name, the kind you could transplant out of the 21st century and into a Jane Austen novel without anyone noticing the difference.
My name, on the other hand, is mixed and messy, alternately Japanese and French but, all together, a completely American whole: Mia Gabrielle Nakaji Monnier. In a 19th century novel, I might sound like an invading alien. But I love that. My name is a constant reminder that I’m mixed, on a borderline between worlds…
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