For many years, whenever the government and public agencies asked me for demographic information I had to choose one racial identity. Having to declare one ethnicity churned up emotional conflict for me because I am biracial.
My father was a tall, blue-eyed Caucasian American. I inherited his height, long limbs, and look white to the casual observer. My mother was from Japan. I inherited her black hair (now mostly gray), her nose and cheekbones. Continue reading