Mexsplaining Myself

My mother was an immigrant to America, born in Mexico City. My father was a white American born in the United States. I identify as Mexican and American, retaining both nationalities and cultures. I was raised equally in both countries and languages. I spent every summer as a child up until my tweens in Mexico City, and visited family and vacationed all over central Mexico. I went to school in Mexico City for 5th and 6th grade.

I was asked if I consider myself to be BIPOC, which stands for Black Indigenous Person of Color. While I have indigenous ancestry (a whopping 15%, thanks DNA testing), in no way do I count as a person of color. I am white passing, thus I have white privilege, and do not endure the inherent systemic discrimination against people who are not white passing. Morally it is my responsibility as a white passing person to make space for people of color whenever possible.

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