Column: 'Eating the other': Love in the age of neo-racism
I am the product of an interracial relationship. A white American woman and a black East African man with half Arab ancestry sat next to each other on a flight from London to Nairobi, and they fell in love. These two people from different worlds and different racial backgrounds have been together for almost 30 years and have produced two hybridized offspring, my sister and myself. Undeniably, growing up tri-racial is difficult in a country where everyone wants to immediately dump you into an objective category from which they can stand back and analyze. But I see my multiracial background as a blessing, and believe that I am a more worldly and learned person than I would have been without my interaction with these three different worlds.