My dad knew that in order to ask for my mom's hand in marriage, he had to have a house ready for her. He also knew that the American Dream was the dream he wanted to achieve for them. She's always said that he's 'mi media naranja' (a Spanish saying for soul mate).My mom knew her father wouldn't approve either way. She knew if she wanted to be with my dad, she'd have to runaway with him. Despite not knowing she was pregnant with my older brother at the time, she hid in a bunk in the back of my father's van and they crossed the border together.Jarrett: I'm thinking of a time where we were in a social setting, and a white male decided to call me "my nigga." I knew this person, but he wasn't my friend. I'll love them regardless if they're white, black, yellow, green — it doesn't matter." Our country has some catching up to do.
Now that I'm thinking of it, I'm gonna have me a North West baby. " I just said, "I wear it like this."Juan: I always thought that was normal; I thought every girl did it like that. Christine has a different mentality because of the way she grew up in America. Janet: Ryan was the first white guy I dated, but I've always been attracted to white guys." And with Dominicans, there has been so much hatred of ourselves. I wanted them to know that he is college-educated, has ambitions in life, and has his shit together. But this time, I decided to just remove myself from the situation.Dominicans have, almost, a trauma of being identified as black. This guy I'm dating is black, and get used to it."Jarrett: When I first met Jill's family, I made sure I was wearing a blazer and that I was buttoned-up. But the next couple of times, I made sure I was down. Jarrett: Yeah, but at the same time, if you brought home a stereotypical Clark Kent, Superman-type, what you probably would have been getting is, "He's not cool." The urban synergy is innate between African-Americans and Latinos. "He's sticking around and obviously trying to understand what we're saying, so let's give him a shot."Jarrett: Both of us proved to our families and friends that we are nothing like the stereotypes. I've realized how much more of an activist Jill is than I am.But I've never dated someone of my own ethnicity: Mexican. And I would say Colombian, but that courtship never blossomed into much after he came over my house and serenaded me with his acoustic guitar. Time and again, after being introduced to a black guy I was dating, my mother either let out heavy sighs or foretold my future under her breath. My dad used his seasonal, strictly temporary passport for work and came to Arizona to pick fruit."You're going to end up pregnant before you're married," she once said. But my grandfather—my mother's father—wasn't too fond of my dad.