I’ve mentioned this before, though usually in passing. He was abusive in most of the ways you can imagine, though thankfully with direct physical violence only once. We split two years ago this June, and as you might expect, I’m still sorting out the emotional rubble.
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You already know I’m working on a book. But oooooooh, what is it about? I’ve been dropping some hints, do you have a guess?
Listen, I’m not delusional. I’m half Middle Eastern–my father is from Syria–but despite the olive tone, I got my mother’s European light skin. You’d be forgiven for thinking I was Spanish or Italian, and for being surprised to find out my distinctive features are due to my heritage in the Middle East.
I’m not trying to pretend my skin is dark, and I’m not complaining that lots of people don’t realize at first that I have non-white roots. I fully understand I’m what they call “white-passing.” And I’m also not denying the privilege that comes with that.
My issue is with the people who hear me say “half white” (I do not consider people with roots in the Middle East and North Africa, including Armenians, “white”), question me, and then when I explain that I’m light-skinned but half Middle Eastern tell me that doesn’t count or nice try, you’re white.