I am Caucasian.
My first¬† mom was white and my first dad is black.¬† Physiologically, I am just as much white as I am black so from now on I will introduce myself as a Caucasian.
Soon after, the men in little white Good Humor man jackets will cart me away.
I often get asked, if I am biracial why didn‚Äôt I choose to identify with my white side versus my black side.¬† My quick answer is I didn‚Äôt know I had a choice.
When I was 8 years old my family and I moved from our black neighborhood to a white neighbor where I was the only black child on our block.¬† In the initial meeting with the neighborhood boys, my secret was found out.¬† They all took one look at me and immediately discovered I wasn’t white.¬† If I would have known back then that I could have just said, ‚Äúno no, I‚Äôm biracial so just consider me white,”¬† and I would have fit right in easier, I would have considered pointing that out.
The truth is,¬† I am do not appear white and will never pass for white.¬† I have often been mistaken for Hispanic and even middle eastern, but never white.
When I was a child I made a conscious choice or actually the choice was made for me. ¬†Everything and everyone around me told me I was black.¬† ¬†I was perceived as black so I identified as black.¬† But just because I identified with black doesn’t mean I despise white.¬† I am very proud of the black community I am a part of but that doesn’t mean I loath the white community.¬† I can hear someone asking,¬† “What about your pride for the white community?”¬† My answer although it may be incomplete is simple.¬† I never felt a part of the white community so I never developed that sense of pride¬† for the white community, but again that doesn’t mean I don’t respect it.
So from now on maybe I will introduce myself as Kevin Hofmann, the biracial with black leanings.¬† Who knows?