The Census Always Boxed Us OutPosted in Articles, Autobiography, Census/Demographics, Identity Development/Psychology, Media Archive, United States on 2017-11-17 01:36Z by Steven |
The Census Always Boxed Us Out
Narratively: Human Stories, Boldly Told
2017-10-30
Illustration by Xia Gordon
For most of our history, the U.S. government treated biracial Americans as if we didn’t even exist, but my family has stories to tell.
In June, 1967, I walked across the quad of Howard University, a light-skinned, 19-year-old sophomore. It was Black Power days, when I was on fire to learn the black history America had largely ignored. On that wide walkway, I ran into a boy from class who broke into a toothy smile, stuck out his much darker hand and shook mine vigorously, laughing like he had no sense.
“Congratulations,” he said.
“Congratulations for what?”
“For not being a bastard anymore.”
“What are you talking about?” I said, snatching my hand away. “I was born legit.”
“No you weren’t,” he said. The day before, the Supreme Court’s decision in Loving v. Virginia had overturned laws in 16 states outlawing interracial marriage, and he assumed that this meant my parents’ marriage was finally legal. In fact, my parents were married in New York, where their union was officially sanctioned, but the Loving decision was still a watershed — the start of a long journey to learn the truth about my mixed family’s place in America’s racial landscape…
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