bi-racial

Molé, wiener schnitzel, and me: what it means to be biracial 

By: Marco Ovies, Staff Writer   I was in high school and coming back from Europe. My family planned to pick me up at baggage claim, excited to hear all the stories from my two weeks abroad. I walked out of the terminal with my friend — someone who I had known for years and traveled with many times. When my family finally arrived, my friend asked me, “Where is your dad?” I remember squinting my eyes at him, annoyed.  “He’s right beside my mom,” I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice. I pointed over to where my parents were.…

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