My mother who was British and raised in Indian with a father who was a Colonel in the British army, was bought up to believe that no race should have mixed children. This is her letter to my first born child of mixed race, Tabytha.
When I was young my father said “In all the books I have read it was considered very best that the East should never mate with the West.” Now I am older and alone the oracle is one of my own, I feared to say the very least taking the hand one from the East.
When my golden girl with East did mate I mourned within for this unknown fate of my father’s words, that he knew best.
As I waited the result of East and West betwixed with pain and joy, I trued to prepare to take into my heart the child that was near.
That day dawned and away went fear, my heart overflowed the child was here.
From my head the old words returned, but I had a lesson learned.
That East and Wests love conquers fear, as in my arms they put you there.
Two pairs of eyes, Blue and Black filled pride they could not hold back. I looked at the link that came from this pair and my heart opened wide with such love for her.
We joined in rejoicing over one so dear, this black haired doe eyes rosy Tabytha.
To Tabytha from Grandmother Joanne North with Love.
If not around when you are grown you will never be alone, for I will watch over you and guide you path of truth.
Tabytha is now 33 and her Grandmama past, Tabytha was loved deeply as was the 2 more children Tyler and Natasha that came from this marriage.
Tabytha shares her view on growing up of mixed race.
I’m very glad I was raised by different multiculturalism. I even joke today that if I ever get married, I hope to have mixed children myself, one day -well, maybe-if I marry, so that they get the best of 2 or 3 worlds: My brother and sister and I were born in BC Canada with ‘North American’ ways, with a Chinese father and British mother. Tea time with Earl grey after school with scones, then Chow mien for supper (different in Europe, actually tea time is supper but anyway), let’s just call it dinner then, followed by oolong Chinese tea.
The world is a vast place, but it can also be a small world. Everyone should be able to live harmoniously and enjoy what each culture can bring. Racism is weak, for people who are afraid. Imagine never having pizza or tacos or sushi or listening to old blues or having different art and music and language influences? Pretty boring huh. Thanks Mom and Dad for making us not a majority of white kids in a Canadian city.
Glad it has changed today and has become more acceptable to be different. SEE ME FOR WHO I AM.
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