Hey BIPOC Pandas, What’s Your Bizarre Story About Your Race, Ethnicity, Or Skin Color? (Closed)
Everyone has at least one. Let's commiserate about people being strange!
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I got downvoted for saying I’m Asian. I call discrimination. That’s all. Have a nice day. Feel free to slap the down arrow on the way out. I kno you will. If I got a dollar for every downvote I got I’d have more money than Tony Stark.
same, its so annoying, I have -13 votes on one of my comments when I say im asian
For me... no one knows wtf I am... and people find it highly distracting. On a near daily basis people either guess or demand I tell them which is usually quite tiresome.
Well-- it's always really interesting when people assume that I am what they are. Sometimes they'll clearly joke about someone else to me in their language, or they will engage me in whatever language they know and think may be me-- urdu, hindi, taspanish, Portuguese, arabic, tagalog, are the common ones.
One of my favourite times was when I was using my meat smoke in the backyard. The neighbor behind us called to me and waved me over. He and I didn't often talk much but he was really nice.
So I walked over and he was like "so... I've been talking it over and I just want you to know... you can come back. "
"What do you mean?"
"You can come back to the mosque. I know because you're married to 'him' (my husband is super white) you were turned away... and I think that that sort of treatment is disgraceful. My friend and I discussed it and we think at the mosque we let people of your situation back." Now at the time... I'm smoking pork ribs so throughout this conversation he would occasional comment on how nice the food smells... and I'm unwilling to say what it is because it would seem quite rude esp. If he thinks I'm muslim. He began to say something in arabic, realised i didn't speak it, complained about my parents having not taught me and then reiterated how good it would be if I returned to my faith before smiling at his good deed and going back into his house.
He was so sweet and so genuine... I didn't dare tell him that I was irish/bajan (+52 varieties) and had actually taken a step back from a Christian faith not islam. The next day he and his wife came by wondering if he could have the recipe for what I had made the day before-- I gave them a slightly different recipe for smoked chicken.
Well, I am white, and my (ex) is half Antillean - since his mother is from Aruba and she's black.
Our three kids are very different. Like one dark with afro blond hair, one white with dark hair and one in between with brown curls. One has blue eyes, one dark brown and one hazel.
So... comes this lady in the supermarket, asking how many different father those kids were - I told her 6 - lol.
That's the best thing to do :) - If they're gonna be dumb make them dumber
A few quickfire ones:
People insisting on touching my hair... no matter what... it is... a pet peeve. Esp when people try to say "oh it's fine my kid/sibling/significant other is black/mixed" like that okays touching my hair without my consent.
Going on a tinder date and the guy asking since I'm black/ white mixed if us sleeping together would be interracial.
Follow up being white people using the N-word with me as though I'm white enough to be okay with it and black enough that it is still applicable.
Despite being treated differently literally my whole life, having very little sense of community on account of not being quite black enough to be black or white enough to be white-- getting slurs and racial rants for most minority groups because of people not knowing what I am... despite all of that still having that situation where I check of visible minority on an application and having the interviewer look disappointed because... I'm not really dark enough to be the token minority (esp true if the interview is in winter).
I used to have to train white people who go into black schools to do work not to touch people's hair, not to ask, just let people exist.
I have red hair, and I live in the United States. That, for some reason means Im Irish. My family is actually Scottish and Dutch.
This happened like 15 minutes ago. So I accidentally sat at the wrong table but let’s not talk about that. Theses girls were looking at me because my stuff was there and I was a stranger. They tell a janitor in spanish “Hey can you tell her to leave” they were discussing with him and I just said kinda smirking in S P A N I S H “y’know I speak Spanish right?” The terrified look on their faces. But I apologized because I was at the wrong table and just moved to my friends table
Oop. Are you in the USA? Lots of Spanish bilinguality, you never know what to say
Im Aboriginal Australian, a proud Dunghutti Man. My great grandmother was really dark skinned, my grandmother was less dark, my mother was somewhere I the middle and I am light brown. This is due to genocidal policies in place in Australia for a long time where the government deliberately tried to 'breed the black" out of my people. They disrupted culture by outlawing language and cultural practices. They took my grandmother away from my great grandmother and forced her to act white, marry white and breed white. I am now the result of this and im to black for white Australia and not black enough for a lot of Aboriginal Australia.
I'm 1/4 white/German/Viking and 3/4 Japanese. People constantly ask me which one of my parent is Asian. Both are....it's how math works, I have to explain the math EVERY time.
I met a guy online and the moment that I said that I was black, he didn't want to talk to me anymore.
Well I wouldn't want to talk to him either if he's gonna be like that
