Few people know the whole story of their lineage; for adopted people, answers about ethnicity can zigzag wildly. Occasionally, a casual acquaintance has asked me, “What are you?” as if they’ve observed my perma-tan with suspicion. My answers to that question have changed depending on what I thought I knew at the time.
Read MoreIt’s awful that a scale of discrimination even exists.
Read MoreFrom 2016 on, I plan to continuously express my gratitude in the warmest way: By loving a Black woman.
Read MoreWere my parents Turks, or Americans? Turkish-Americans? Immigrants? Guests, academics, travelers? And what did that make me?
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