Rachel’s father was from Nigeria. Her mother was from France. Her heritage — her race — was mixed, and that had never been a big deal to her. Until recently, when someone called her mulatto. She asked her mother what a mulatto was and her mother told her to just ignore it. Her father, who almost never disagreed with her mother, told Rachel not to ignore it. He said it was derogatory and offensive and she should not let it pass.
Over the past year, Rachel was sensing a push-pull between her two cultures. She sensed that people wanted her to choose. Even her parents. Her father wanted her to celebrate her African roots. Her mother wanted her to emphasize her European heritage. She felt that everyone expected her to decide who she was, including if she was black or white.
But Rachel knew that nothing in life or in the world is purely black or white, especially her. Rachel knew that she was growing into a beautiful young woman who is like a rainbow. A woman who comes in colors.
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Sina Kelvani.