That’s what I was called as a kid. Black Maori Father + White Pakeha (European) Mother = Half-caste. In our minds, it wasn’t a racial slur or inappropriate, it just was. And look, normal (ish) to have bi-racial parents in New Zealand. But we grew up with a white Dad, in white Australia, 2 white parents, 2 brown kids.
It’s 1978 and we immigrate to Australia. We moved to a nice suburb in Brisbane and went to a nice primary school. And we were two of only a few dark skinned kids there at the time. I don’t really remember it being an issue although there were certainly some arseholes about but that’s to be expected. When we would go out as a family, that caused more than a few second looks and ignorant arseholes muttering under their breath. And when the very white sister was born, well, fuck, all bets were off then.
.Being a half-caste Maori kid with a white Mum, Dad and sister would fuck with a lot of people so there were thing’s that have been said to me my whole fucking life……
‘Where do you come from’ ‘What have you got in you?’
‘Are you adopted’ ‘ Is he adopted’ ‘ Is she adopted’
‘Are you sure you’re Maori’ ‘You don’t look Maori’ ‘ You mustn’t have much in you’
‘but you’re white’ ‘but she’s white’ ‘but he’s black’ ‘you must get a good tan’
‘YOU’RE NOT REALLY A MAORI ARE YOU?’
My. Whole. Fucking. Life. So I was either too Maori, or not Maori enough. And there were times that I wanted to be more Maori and times that I thought I was a fraud. When you get told or asked these things often enough, it can make you feel like fucking shit. It’s confusing. Especially as a kid and a teenager when you’re already struggling with identity. But thankfully, I come from a long line of warriors, starting with my Mother. Our Mum and Dad never let that shit be part of our lives. We grew up with so many people around us, we had people come and go our whole lives, they either started as family, but would always end up as family. It seemed everyone that immigrated to Australia, started at our house. And man, what a great way to learn how to be a good fucking human.
So for me, those days are long gone. I am comfortable telling my story, or telling people to fuck off, whichever fits the mood. I know kids can be arseholes and throughout their lives, my boys and nieces will probably feel the way I did growing up, but we will talk about it when they want to. I’ve made a choice to educate myself about my culture, my family and other indigenous cultures, starting with our first nations people here is Australia. I will stand up for injustice, I will fight to have my voice heard and I stand up for what I believe in.
I am a Woman, I am a Warrior. I am Ngati Huia
I am a Lover, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Aunty, Niece
I am a Fighter, I am a Survivor
I am Human
I came across this on Youtube. It’s pretty fucking accuarate.
PS….. This is my post, if you don’t like the language I’m using, off you fuck now. It’s my story.