Aloha
Hip Hapa Homeez.
It’s
still officially summer, and we’ve been out playing way past our bedtimes.
Because of our activity-filled lives, our blog hasn’t been as robust lately.
Not to worry. We’ll be bringing you more stories of mixed-race people, interracial
relationships, transracial adoptees and culture crossers soon. And, if you’ve
got a book, film or other product that targets the multicultural community,
please drop us a line.
This
month’s featured Hip Hapa Homee is Mike Reed, a life-long Northwest resident
who grew up in foster care. A computer geek and comic book enthusiast, Mike
also supervises a group of laborers, all with developmental disabilities
including disorders like Tourette Syndrome and ADD.
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| half-Asian Bobby offers black doll to half-black Mike, left |
Q: Mike,
tell us about your parents.
A: My
mother, Judy Reed, is white. My father, Clearance Reed, is black. I have no
idea how they met.
Q: Where did you grow
up?
A:
Mostly in Washington State, mostly in white communities. I lived in Chicago for
one year. As a foster child, I lived with various people. I never had a stable
home and once, while living in one, I was removed by the State. Many good people
tried to help, but the State of Washington worked against them.
Q: How did you
identify as a mixed-race black/white child, and how do you identify now?
A: I do
not identify with any group or race.
Q: What have been some
instances where you experienced racism due to your mixed-race heritage?
A: The one that stands out is when I was in Chicago and
called the police after being beaten by unknown black gang bangers. When the
cop finally arrived, he told me that one does not call 911 for this reason. He
said if he had to come back, he would beat me himself.
I have
also been called names and accused of being races that I am not. I have had
items thrown at me--from a moving vehicle once, and in a crowd once. I never
did see who they were, but I heard one of them call me a “camel jockey”.
I have
also experienced racism from girlfriends’ parents. Most of them were white except for
one Asian parent who did not want me dating her Asian/white daughter. She said
I would become a drug user by age 30 and did not want that for her daughter.
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| Mike with Your Hip Hapa |
(Notes
from Your Hip Hapa: I was once in the car with Mike when he drove to visit a
white “friend” in Seattle. The “friend” happened to be in his front yard and as
our car slowed, he peeked inside. “Man," he said laughing, "I thought you were a terrorist."
In 2004,
several years after 9/11, Mike visited me in Santa Monica. As we toured the
LaBrea Tar Pits, a famous tourist landmark, a white man approached us and
pointed to Mike aiming his camera. “I don’t think you should be taking photos
over here,” he said as if doing him a favor. “They might arrest
you,” he warned.)
Q: As a mixed-race
black/white man, how did you feel about Barrack Obama being elected president
of the U.S.?
A: I was
relieved that the opposition did not win. I knew racists would have problems
with it, but my decision was not based on his race. People do not see
mixed-race individuals, they see whatever color they want to see.
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| Bobby finds a white and an Asian doll at IKEA to rep his Caucasian and Thai roots |
Q: How does having a
mixed-race identity help you relate to people with developmental disabilities?
A: I
recognize discrimination when I see it. Disabled people are one of the most
discriminated groups around. Very few people take the time to listen to them.
Q: Any thoughts about the future for mixed-race people
like you?
A: I
have no expectations for the future for anyone as long as religion is around.
We will all be eliminated someday judging by the earth’s age verses the length
man has been on it.
Mahalo nui
loa, Mike.
Here’s a
video clip of Mike and some of the men he supervises hanging out at the
Puyallup Fair.
Remember,
join us at our Hip Hapa Homeez group page on Facebook where we often have these
types of discussions.
And, check
out these links:
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| Mike's friend, Rob Lee, in a Hapa*Teez |
Your Hip Hapa,
Yayoi
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