In Hawaii, I Can Say My Name is Caroleena Murakami and No One Would Think Twice

Hawaii racism differs from mainland United States racism in more ways than one but perhaps the biggest difference is the acceptance of mixed race unions and the mixed race children they produce. On the mainland I was never, not on e, asked about my ethnic background. As W. E. B. Dubois, black Harvard scholar, wrote, about 100 years ago, the problem of the 20th century will be the problem of the color line The, as in “one.” The line between black and white. A friend got married in Atlanta in the mid 1990’s and her marriage license asked her to choose her race: black, white, or other. In Hawaii the central tale of society is not centered on the interaction of these two groups. There’s no history of slavery,or legalized segregation to cast long shadows of division over people who’d been born after these institutions were off paper but still in the hearts of the people. I have to check, but O am pretty sure there have never been laws against mixed race marriages. In the south they used to use the word miscegenation, and the root mos means “bad.” (Just think of misappropriation of funds.) Now that I understand that men are always preoccupied by sex I am pretty sure those laws were put in place to keep white women from finding out that black men have an anatomical advantage over white men–although it is men not women who obsess over size. There dimply were not very many black people in Hawaii and the ones who are here almost always came through the military. Without ossified restrictions, people marry outside of their race all the time. If I said my last name was Murakami i might be mixed of i might have married a Japanese man (do I now have to say man or woman..?). Not only that, once you marry into a family you’re accepted. I have heard of people objecting to unions but never have I heard of people disowning family members. Not so where I am from. On the mainland that racism is for keeps abd the last time I checked with the white side of my birth family there was no interest in meeting me. I never pursued it. It would be nice to be entirely free of racism but at least over here it is not the same old story.


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