Somebody asked me recently why I was so interested in multi-culti families. He wanted to know how a "Black girl like me," who grew up in segregated Milwaukee, Wisconsin in the 70s and 80s, has such a meltingpot perspective on human relationships.
Although I know he was really trying to find out why I wasn't an Angry Black Woman, the question got me thinking about my life and in particular my family. I've always just considered my extended family as a pretty typical Black American family, but then again:
I have one Haitian uncle and one Jamaican aunt (no relation).
I have one White Aunt and one White Uncle (also no relation).
I have an uncle from Holland (who actually adopted himself into the family)who married a Colombian woman so I have Latino cousins. That same "uncle" also has an adopted daughter who is Eskimo and Black.
One of my aunts is Korean and Black and her Korean mother has always been part of the family.
My step-grandmother is Jamaican.
So my life has always been sprinkled with people from different countries, speaking different languages, eating different foods and using different hair products. I don't know if I'd be a different person if my family was a little bit more homogeneous but I'm glad it's not.
And I guess that's why I'm obsessed with finding meltingpot moments because it brings me the comfort of my familiar. And, well, because it just tastes so good!
I'm sure my family is the rule and not the exception. So, tell me, dear readers. How many degrees of meltingpot are in your family? And has that made a difference in how you view the world?