Teaching the Teacher to See Her Entire Blended Family, By ‘Mama C’

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I have taught middle school for ten years, and the truth is, every spring I look less and less forward to the last few weeks of the school year. All the ways I wish that I could have done the year differently float to the surface. Just how well did I meet the needs of all of my students? Did everyone make measurable gains? I teach reading almost exclusively by using authors from a diverse background (taking into consideration ethnicity, gender and class) and I am more and more able to show up for the difficult conversations. But, did I teach what I set out to? How did I continue to have the important and difficult conversations with my colleagues, and the larger community? These questions take on even more weight, as I imagine my sons’ future teachers wondering the same things.


This fall my teaching lens will broaden it’s focus to include looking out for how my soon to be kindergartner is experiencing his formal introduction to his educational career! As a mother of a blended family (my youngest Marcel is biologically related to me, so he has a white mother, and a Black donor. My oldest, Sam is Black. He was adopted transracially at two days old, in the United States), I have a lot of work to do to make sure everyone here is seeing themselves in their educational (in and out of school) experience. Where my academic background helps, I still feel woefully unprepared in a lot of ways.

For starters, I will have new territory to tackle around talking about adoption in the school setting. Then there is the issue of the lack of representation of children of color in children’s literature. Add the single parent household and whatever expectations that carries (or doesn’t!!) with it, and you see why I am not taking my picnic blanket down to the park for a summer nap just yet. With all of the attention I have placed on leveling the playing field for Sam, I have begun to feel like I have dropped a big ball with Marcel.

What will be different and unique about his learning style, and educational needs? How will his own heritage be addressed and celebrated in his public school experience in a few years? How do I celebrate it now? I take Sam to a Black church, while Marcel stays home with a sitter (because I can’t deal with his crawling over the pews and shocking the elderly woman in front of us with the VROOOOM sound he makes for his truck). As I prepared to write this piece I started realizing all the ways that I don’t consider Marcel’s background as needing the same amount of deliberate intention as Sam’s. When did I place more value on Sam’s then Marcel’s? What is really at play there? Am I trying to make up for my own white guilt by overlooking Marcel’s half white heritage as equally important?

Do I expect him to synthesize on his own that all of those Black characters in the book represent his donor’s heritage, and therefore must be seen as important to him too? The other day he looked at a brown rug, and said; “Sammy that rug is the same color as you.” Sam said nothing. I piped up “And the same color as you Marcel. You have brown in your skin too. So does Mommy, but mine is in these little freckles.” Marcel looked at me, and then looked at the rug and said; “No Mommy. That rug does not look like me, because I look like you.” I wasn’t ready for that. Parenting. What are we ever ready for?

How do other Mixed and Happies tend to the mutually important needs of their blended families? How do you celebrate the combined heritage of two parents with equal intent? What are some of your successes and resources that you’d like to share?

Guest blogger Mama C describes her blog as a single mother’s journal of a trans-racial life made all the better through adoption, birth and chaos with consistency. For more from Mama C, visit her at www.mamacandtheboys.com.

Crayons and Cupcakes, By Marcia Alesan Dawkins, Ph.D.

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Crayons and Cupcakes
By Lindsay and Marcia Dawkins

Following is a Dawkins family classic that stresses the importance of being prepared with narratives and coping strategies for families that are Mixed and Happy…

…Sunday school. A time to learn about God and his creations. Also known as a time when parents drop their screaming kids off with some old lady who watches them color pictures of Jesus until the sermon is over. There five year old Elle was, minding her own business and coloring the nativity scene. Her favorite colors were pink and purple so naturally those were the colors of choice for Mary and Joseph. Ah, but what to color baby Jesus?

“Let’s make him green with red polka dots,” she thought. She seemed to have recalled red and green being associated with Christmas for some reason.

Just then a little boy a few years older decided to pull Elle’s coloring book away from her and inspect her creation. “Why did you color the people with those stupid colors? Don’t you know that Mary, Joseph, and Jesus were white?”

Little Elle was greatly confused by this. She said, “They were? But my Bible doesn’t have any pictures.”

“Don’t be dumb,” said the boy. “Everyone knows they were white.

But Elle thought, “But if I color them with the white crayon then I won’t be able to see it on the page.”

Not knowing what to make of all this, she closed her coloring book and began to play with a doll in the corner. Just then the little boy who had attempted to educate her opened up the coloring book and picked up a peach crayon. He then proceeded to color all the white people with it.

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Later that evening, Elle was watching the news with her mother. They were
showing a picture of a man who had been arrested for armed robbery.

“Twenty-four year old Jamal Jenkens, a black man from Brooklyn, was arrested today in connection with the bodega shooting and robbery that occurred last week,” read the anchorwoman.

Little Elle was confused. First of all, she wondered why all the pictures of criminals they showed were of dark people. But what really bothered her was the fact that they had called that man a black man when he was clearly brown! First white people were really peach and now brown people were black? Had she learned all her colors incorrectly? Anxious now, Elle turned to her mother and told her she thought something was wrong with her eyes.

Elle’s mother asked her why and Elle told her, trying to fight back tears, that she was fearful because black people looked brown and peach people didn’t look white to her.

Elle’s mother decided that now would be an appropriate time to begin explaining the concept of race to her daughter. She turned to Elle and asked, “When you look at yourself, what color do you see?”
Little Elle said, “Why I’m pink mommy!” Elle’s mother smiled and took a deep breath. She continued. “Sweety, did you know that you are part black?”

Elle was dumbfounded now! “I am? Which part?” She started looking at her fingers and then her toes in hopes of finding any trace of her blackness. She came across a beauty mark on her pinky toe and said, “Is this the part?

Elle’s mother couldn’t help but chuckle at this. “Well honey, you are mixed,” she said. “Remember when we baked the other day? How we had to take all those different ingredients and mix them all together? Well all those part made up one cake when we were finished. Our family is like a cake with many different ingredients too. In our family there are white parts, brown parts, yellow parts, black parts, beige parts, and lots of others. When you mix all those different parts together you just might get a cake that’s a different color from the rest of the ingredients. Even a little pink cupcake like you.”

Elle was certain she understood now. “So then all mixed people are pink like me?”

“Not exactly sweetheart,” said her mother. “People come in all different colors but are not always called the color they look like. Don’t worry, one day you’ll understand a little better. Just remember this. It doesn’t matter what color you are. Everyone is the same on the inside.” Elle didn’t know how everyone could be the same on the inside. Clearly the fat man who delivered their mail everyday had bigger insides than she did so she couldn’t possibly look the same as him. She decided to let the whole thing go for now though. “One day I’ll understand,” she said to herself, “but for now I think I need a new box of crayons.”

Marcia Alesan Dawkins is Assistant Professor of Human Communication at California State University, Fullerton. She is interested in political communication, diversity, and new media. Her forthcoming book, “Things Said in Passing,” is a critical analysis of instances of racial passing in the United States from the late nineteenth through early twenty-first centuries. She lectures and consults on these and other issues related to contemporary communication. Learn more at www.marciadawkins.com

‘The Girl Who Fell From the Sky,’ Review by Marcia Alesan Dawkins, Ph.D.

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By: Marcia Alesan Dawkins, Ph.D.


Professors Ravinder Barn and Vicki Harman from the Centre for Criminology and Sociology at Royal Holloway, University of London are carrying out a groundbreaking research project about white mothers and mixed race children. Theirs is part of a wider study of mixed race children, youth and families that has spanned over twenty years. According to Dr. Harman, “white mothers of mixed-parentage children can find themselves dealing with racism directed at their children as well as facing social disapproval themselves.” Such is the case with Nella, the white mother of mixed race protagonist Rachel, in Heidi W. Durrow’s “The Girl Who Fell from the Sky.”

When we meet them, preteen Rachel and her mother Nella have been victims of an improbable family tragedy. Rachel’s mother, brother and sister all died after jumping off the roof of a Chicago apartment building. Much like the events that inspired Toni Morrison’s Beloved, the amazing event in Durrow’s award-winning novel is based on a true story.

In a recent interview with NPR’s Michele Norris, Durrow said that, “it was a real newspaper story… a jaw-dropping turn of events that was actually based on a real story… A mother went to the top of the building and the only survivor of this fall was this girl. I remember reading that and just being haunted by, not the questions that the other people were asking about why this happened, and how could we live in a world where it would happen, but I wondered what would her survival look like.” At first glance this book seems like an updated take on the same old “tragic mulatto” story—complete with pressure to choose a race or a culture, pressure to choose a romantic partner, and a family full of characters who either aren’t there or don’t care. But a deeper look reveals something more. Durrow’s Rachel is a young mixed race woman who is anything but tragic. Despite her complex journey through alienation and despair she emerges as a woman with her own voice, open to a world of possibilities.

An excerpt from the novel makes Rachel’s possibilities clear: “’Look,’ I say. The swan takes one step. Three steps, four. It dips its head and then its wings catch the wind. It’s hard to tell: is it still running or is it flying now? It’s on top of the water and in the air—like it’s in two worlds at once. The swan flaps its wings again and again, three times, four, and then it’s aloft. We watch it fly. Away.”

Rise above. Take flight. Move on. This is the message delivered so elegantly to the reader. That’s why this reader’s recommendation is to pick it up. Check it out. And, most importantly, think and talk it through. Extending Durrow’s frank communication into our own lives will help us understand more clearly what it means to be mixed, and to be mixed and happy.

Marcia Alesan Dawkins is Assistant Professor of Human Communication at California State University, Fullerton. She is interested in political communication, diversity, and new media. Her forthcoming book, “Things Said in Passing,” is a critical analysis of instances of racial passing in the United States from the late nineteenth through early twenty-first centuries. She lectures and consults on these and other issues related to contemporary communication. Learn more at www.marciadawkins.com

The Strengths of a Multiracial Family

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Often times the picture painted of the multiracial family is one replete of doom and gloom. Interracial couples entering into marriage are aware that they may face unique challenges that mono-racial couples do not experience. Racism continues to be alive and well in our nation and when it comes to miscegenation this seems to annoy some people at an even greater level. Interracial couples must also consider the impact ignorant views have on their children. They have to strengthen their families to ensure their children are prepared and empowered to deal with judgmental perceptions about their identity.

Despite the different challenges multiracial families may experience, the vast tales of the mixed race family
aren’t drenched with grim. Quite the contrary. There is great strength in the multiracial family and some of these strengths are:

1) Miscegenation helps to rid racial stereotypes of the individuals in the union.
2) Parents of multiracial families are more like to teach diversity and how to treat people who are
different from themselves.
3) Parents of multiracial children make greater effort to expose their children
to both cultures and to preserve both heritages.

Miscegenation enables the couple to uproot racial misconceptions each person may have of the opposite race. Racial stereotypes are perpetuated because people refuse to venture out of their racial comfort zone to explore the point of views of other races. In a interracial marriage, it’s imperative that each person examine and dismantling inaccurate opinions in order to maintain a unified body. I am black and my husband is Caucasian. I can remember a time I made an inappropriate joke about Caucasians to my husband. I took it for granted that even though he is my husband, we are of different races and therefore he might not appreciate a joke about his race. I’ve made this same joke about Caucasians to my African American
friends and all of us enjoyed a hardy laugh. However, after delivering the joke to my husband, his face became very serious. For the first time, I was forced to consider how my joke unfairly depicted Caucasians and most importantly how it unfairly depicted him. This experience has happened on both sides of our marriage and it has allowed us to expand our understanding of the other person’s point of view. We are far more cognizant of racial stereotypes and how they damage our marital harmony.

Multiracial families have a greater appreciate of diversity since this construct is the foundation
of their families. In the home, children of multiracial families are continuously being exposed to diversity
and are, themselves, diverse. Hence, early on they are learning the beauty of diversity and celebrating it.
Moreover, interracial couples teach their multiracial children the importance of racial tolerance and their
children see this played out in the home. Lastly, it is common that multiracial families are inspired
to live in an mixed environment. Living in diverse communities further encourages multiracial children to have a broader world view.

Many multiracial families aren’t just a unique mixture of races. They are also a beautiful blend of cultures and heritages. America was built on an eclectic mixture of heritages and multiracial families add to her vast melting pot. Children, by nature, are curious about how they are connected to their parents. At times, this may be challenging for multiracial children aren’t able to see their own image reflected in either of their parents. When parents of multiracial children share their culture and heritage it helps develop self pride in their identity. By developing this cultural awareness in their children, interracial couples creates future generations who pass on and celebrate their parents’ rich cultural legacy.

Ana Gazawi has a Bachelor degree in the Business Field and she resides in South Florida with her multiracial/multicultural family. She works at home as a freelance writer and blogger. As an an adoptee to an American family who grew up in Haiti, she has a passion for trans-racial adoption issues and topics. Some of her other interests are philanthropy, multicultural awareness and green living. You can find her musings about her life and interests at www.quiskaeya.com.