Bicultural Mama: The Oddity of Skin Color Labels to Identify Race


Society gives skin color labels to people to identify race. When I was a child, I learned that Asians like me were “yellow.” I recall looking at my skin and thinking, “It’s not yellow. Looks kind of tan to me.”

Community Village‘s insight:

I was just thinking the other day that I need to write another post about how ridiculous these skin color labels are.

Here’s the new over simplification:
Africans are Ebony
Asians and Native Americans are Golden
Europeans are Pink

Three things combine to create our color:
Hemoglobin, which can only be seen through thin skin
Carotene, which can only be seen if there is not a lot of melanin
Melanin, which blocks the other two colors when there is enough of it

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Zoe Saldana Takes On Our Need To Label Everybody

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What an interesting interview. I knew I liked Zoe Saldana. Zoe Saldana has an issue with labels — of any kind. During a recent interview with BET, the actress discussed her role in the recently re…

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Wetback, Mulatto, whatever….


So again yesterday, at zero-dark-thirty, I’m running around. Oops, forgot it was Easter weekend and I have a bazillion things to do. CNN is on and I vaguely hear something about a “Representative” (Don Young (R) – Alaska, to be exact) calling Latinos “wetbacks”. Work, laundry, grocery store, wait a minute. Wetbacks? Really? An elected official no less? From the party that just got its butt beat, because of their insensitivity? Really? This morning, a little more clear-headed, I search for “Congressman, wetbacks” and read the whole sordid little story.

A term that was originally used to describe Mexicans that came across the border into Texas via the Rio Grande River it made me think about a term that I absolutely hate…..mulatto. The first time I was called one, I was in junior high school and someone called me a mulatto with such affection, I thought, that’s cute….tomayto, tomato, potayto, potato, mulatto. But as I grew older, and saw the disdain that people would pronounce the word….moooolattoe… it was an exotic, too bitter coffee from Marrakesh…I began to not like the word.
I am tired of the labels that people have to put on others to make themselves feel better. I am saddened that our elected officials continue to make choices that are divisive, especially when talking about those who are from other places, backgrounds or ideologies. Hopefully, somewhere in our future , people will realize that we are all human, and not the derogatory labels they choose to put on us. Peace, bb.