Racism is still alive. We like to pride ourselves in thinking that we have evolved to a place where we don't see colour. I hate to break it to you, but we have not moved that far ahead when it comes to prejudice in ourselves. Yes, people of colour can now sit with whites and use the same fountains, and can even marry a white person without being lynched...they can legally, but has the mindset really changed? Are people as open as they think they are?
Dating. Ahhhhh...dating. I grew up with a father who came to Canada when he was ten (1959) and lost most of the Punjabi language. He grew up with mostly non-Indian people but his parents were still of the "home country" so he could at least understand Punjabi, a bit. My older cousins also grew up with non-Indians, and later so did I. My first crush was Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gable, and I always wanted carrot hair and attend church like Anne, my first concert was Boyz II Men and my best friends were of European ancestry. It was not a big surprise that my first boyfriend was also non-Indian. I have dated boys of the same colour as my skin and whose parents are from the same home country, but when it comes to meshing I just haven't found the one within my own race. Neither have I found the one in any race, yet! Love is all very confusing if you ask me. Having rules is rather restricting the pool of finding your significant other isn't it? I am already weird enough with all my anxieties and whatnot to really have a cap on people.
|I have that same dream for the future generation.|
Sorry I had a point, until I got rambling here....hmmmmm, ah, yes, my point. If you are going to hate me, judge me, hurt me...I really hope it is because I have offended you with my words or attitude, and not because I happen to be born with a tan and sometimes date out of my "race".
*(I will be working on this essay and hope to publish it on here again once I have heavily edited!)