I consider myself Xicanx - Mexican American - although growing up, I hid behind my white skin, a luxury that my own brother could not do, because his skin is so much darker than mine. I knew this was privilege, but, as a child, I wanted to assimilate and be like everyone else. As I got older, I began to embrace my racial and cultural heritage.
The comments from the Native speakers resonated with me the most - if you have one drop of black blood, you are black, no matter how light skinned you are. If you have one drop of non-Native blood, you are less native. I feel this way, mixed, not white enough to be white, not brown enough to be brown. My cousins call me guera and coconut, although those are at odds, like me.