I was raised in a multi-generational home, my great-grand parents, grandparents, aunt and uncles and on occasion my one of my parents. My grandparents are Mexican and were very traditional in the role of women in the house. I was raised to be second to the men and there for their needs. As I got older my white skin excluded me from my family in a new way. As a young teen, I moved in with my mom who had a black husband and new children. I have never felt complete as a family member, I was always too different to fit in. In high school because I was white and my siblings black I was often teased for playing black when walking with my brother.
Race is an issue but being white, I have felt race as a dividing line and assimilation of cultures, not the normal way. I have felt like I live in different worlds depending on which door I walked through.