Gorie in The Middle and The Racism of Multi Racial Marriages

Its classic story man falls in love with woman. They get married. But its sure no piece of cake! By now your probably wondering what the hell I am talking about. Being stuck in the middle of every ones hate. Be it racism or anything else. It hurts to be is someones shoes married to someone from a different culture or color.

I am an American married to a man from India. We knew when we met we were going to get married and we knew it was not going to be easy. That being said, his family in India don’t fit the standard “No you can only marry a traditional Indian girl”. So please this is not where I am going with this but in other people lives this may be the case.

Being in my shoes hurts very much because I am caught in the middle of 2 worlds. The Americans and the Dasi (indian Pakistani) As an example I will tell you a shot story.

My husband and I go to Chicago a lot to this area called Devon. This is were we do our ethnic shopping and eating. As usual we go to my favorite restaurant but for the first time ever they were packed. There was one table available with only 4 chairs. We have 6 people in our family (hubby, 4 kids and myself) Next to this available table are 2 Desi women and a child. They had pushed 2 tables together. I walked up to them and asked if I could have at least one chair (my daughter can go in a highchair) and they replied in a harsh voice “NO, we need them we are waiting on out husbands”. “There are 8 chairs and only 5 people” I replied. So they slam there purses on the chairs next to them and tell me to go away and leave them along.

I set up my kids at our table just as my hubby walks through the door. He noticing we are short a chair turns to the women but before he could even ask. The women stand up pushing the empty chair his direction. Smiling and asking if he needs a chair. I was upset and felt almost ashamed of being a white girl.

As you can see from that experience it was hurtful. I don’t really know to many people or have any real friends because the second I mention my husband is from India they turn there heads in disgust. White people don’t like me just because of an interracial marriage. The same goes for the Dasi. But instead of hating my hubby they hate me!. I stole one of their men. I don’t belong in the Dasi community and are told to leave.

It to hard to be hated on both sides. I wish people would realize how much damage they cause my racism. I make a great friend if people would just give me AND my mixed racial children a chance.

I love my husband and no amount of racism is ever going to that. People need to grow up