I can relate with you all on some level, but slightly different. I'm of
mixed descent(half Ashkenazi..which is Russian/Polish Jew). My dad is
obviously on the white side of the fence. My mother is a lighter shade of
tan. My aunts, uncles, and grandparents are only a shade or 2 darker than
my mother and I myself am a strange greenish olive color but still on the
lighter side.

Mexicans seem to pick up I'm one of them half the time, and the other half
don't believe me at all. White people see me as "Italian" or part "Asian"
most of the time...Its sort of a middle ground where neither side really
recognizes me as one of them entirely. It doesn't help my case to have been
raised more "white culture"(yes, I realize there are many. I mean the
version that non-Whites consider the universal in their own brand of racial
stereotyping), which means that I'm discounted even more as Non-Mexican.

Relating with groups is tough when neither side sees you as one of their
own.

On the language

I can relate to Sophía the most, I think the perception in US society that is taught are Mexicans
are not part of the "white" race, I dont blame them alot most immigrants from Mexican are idigenous where about less 5% are white who emmigrate here. Also with us with blonde hair and blue eyed, when we say were Spanish? they hesitate, I guess they dont know España is in Europe. I had a teacher who thought Spanish came from the ididgenous people and not from Spain. I was very offened and "told him in a civilised manner" I dont face racism from whites but rather the true Mexicans. That's why I am slowly stopped calling myself Mexican. I do know that is sad, but Im just tired of all this racism and non equality here in the Us. At school we have "La Raza" and the Movimiento Mexicano who want all whites out of the Américas, we robbed them since 1492 according to them. What annoys them the most is how I use vosotros with them, I just do it to annoy them :) I recently spoke with my grandfather

Such a healthy dialogue!

We have all had similar experiences, but also such different ones. My
mother and her family emigrated from Jalisco in the 1920's to Fresno,
California, and my mother was raised in a largely Mexican Catholic
community, attending a convent school and learning English as a foreign
language. She eventually married a Midwesterner. They proudly decided that
their children would celebrate both of their ethnic heritages, and my sister
Carmelita and I were raised speaking Spanish to our mother and English to
our father. I spent my summers with my Mexican grandparents, aunts and
uncles, who lived largely as they had in Tepatitlan. My mother and father
both encouraged us to take pride in our unique heritages. It worked, and my
sister and I are both proudly bilingual and bicultural.

In my middle-class Northern California neighborhood, high-school and
university, I was considered an oddity--a very "anglo"-looking
Mexican-American who spoke Spanish and English

Gracias, yo comenzé mi búsqueda cuando tuvé los 12 años. También comenzé con mis abuelos, casi todo la genealogía fue pasado a través los siglos, pero también necesitaba buscar muchísimo. Me recuerdo que desde mi niñez fue instruyado de historias e igual como las mitas y leyendas de los españoles, historias de amor, poder u otras cosas de la familia. Cómo llegamos de Santander, España y Badajoz, Extramadura. Yo pienso yo me creí más español que mexicano, el aprendizaje de las cosas de mis antepasados, pero sí me llamo mexicano aunque no me exceptan yo soy orgulloso de mi español y mexicano pero, a veces sí soy afectado por racismo de mexicanos a mí. -Estimado, Daniel Méndez del Camino
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