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’t I choose to identify with my white side versus my black side. My quick answer is I didn’t 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, “no no, I’m 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?