I'm Not White

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I’m not white. I’m not black. I’m not Asian. I’m not Hispanic.
*groan*. Is this going to be one of those cliché articles discussing the multiracial citizen’s struggle to check a race box? Well, not exactly. It’s not about a mixed citizen, and it’s not really cliché because it becomes relevant again every ten years when we have to fill out the U.S. Census, and roughly every four years when applying to schools, and every time one fills out a job application, or a survey (but remember, it’s just for “statistical purposes”…please.) or pretty much for almost every single piece of paperwork we have to fill out. Cliché? I think not.
Before I begin my writing rampage, firing my missiles of information and experiences at you regarding the futility of the current race box system, I want to provide you with some background facts.
I come from a Moroccan family and throughout my life, I’ve had trouble checking the boxes to indicate my “race”. In elementary school, I think I checked the “white” box which is interesting to me now–I think it was because at that point in my life, I thought Moroccans were the only types of people in the world and I fit into the category of lighter skinned Moroccans (I’d spent some years living in Morocco as a child and the environment there is not as heterogenous as California). As a 6-year-old when I met my father’s Egyptian friend, the first thing I said to him was, “Hey, you speak like they do on TV!,” referring to the Egyptian soap operas that are always playing on the dish. I’m glad to say I’ve come a long way from elementary school and my world has broadened to include people of all kinds of races, faiths, and ethnicities–I now am fully aware that those actors on TV also exist in real life!
As I grew older and became aware of social structure and society in the United States, I began to realize that yes, although I am light skinned for being Moroccan, there’s a whole world of people that are much lighter than me, and they are the true “whites”. That’s also when I learned that Italians, Greeks, Armenians and even Persians are considered white. Just when I was starting to feel comfortable that others shared my olive skin and feel I could relate to them (there aren’t very many Moroccans my age where I live), they were whisked away by a category that indicated a whole different world I could never relate to.
Because “white” does not only embody a color. What the term “white” means in the United States today is something that transcends any skin color. White means the suburbs and white means affluence and white means picket fences. Some people may argue then, that I do fit into the white category based on my definition of the term. But white also means no questions asked ever, no extra security checks at the airport or in that same category, no mispronounciations of my last name or being told it’s a “cool” name as a precursor for the question of where I’m from. Being white means being untouchable in this country.
In middle school, high school, and now in college, I’ve started alternating between the “African/Black” box and the “Other” box. During the cutthroat period of college applications, my friends would ask, “Hey Sarah, can’t you apply as African-American? SO unfair.” I’m sorry, but I don’t want to get accepted into college and be tossed into the gossip conversations of “well, she just got in because she’s African-American…well, technically, she is”. There was one university application–the name doesn’t come to mind, right now–but they had a box for “White/North African”. That one made me especially mad. Those are two completely different worlds, because as far as I’m concerned, in places like Europe, for example, “White” and “North African” represent completely different worlds. “Other”, it was, for college applications at least. Sometimes, there’s a “Middle Eastern” box, but I don’t check that either. I don’t consider myself Middle Eastern, I consider myself Arab. That’s a whole other conversation, however. The last job I applied for, I checked off “African” crossing my fingers that my black manager wouldn’t comment on it. Awkward. Also, I can’t forget the comments from black peers, “You’re African? Nawww, no way!”. YES WAY, I’m Arab, I’m African, I’m not white, I’m not black. Here we go again…
Let’s cut straight to the point. That $300 billion that will be redistributed to local and state governments and communities should reflect the accurate amount of Arabs in the United States. Arabs, please crawl out of your “white” and “other” boxes now, and make sure our numbers are reflected accordingly in the 2010 census. Let’s get our own box.