The pot is really melting: how interracial families are changing the face of America

When I first came to the U.S. as a “cultural ambassador”, my first class was Introduction to American Life. It taught me that “How are you?” actually means “hi” and that people asking may have no interest in hearing how I’m doing (a topic for a future post). I also learned that America was a “melting pot” in which people from different ethnicities, countries, and religions came together. This utopia sounded so beautiful, I struggled to understand why then the African American students at the dorm and the college cafeteria hung out by themselves, as did most everyone from their own race.

Dominican Sancocho. Photo Credits: www.dominicancooking.com

It seemed to me that this “pot” may be cooking oil and water, two things that did not mix, no matter how hard you tried. Or perhaps it was making sancocho, a delicious Dominican stew with several meats and vegetables held together by a creamy sauce. America was that sauce that allowed many cultures, ethnicities, and religions to coexist, and produce a great flavor, but hardly melt. Yes, it is difficult to bring together people with little in common, in an environment where we are all encouraged to embrace and perpetuate our beliefs. It’s easy for races to melt when they share the same culture, when the moral compass is clear and social pressure discourages cultural dissonance. It becomes harder when more and more things set them apart (status, religion, traditions, sexual orientation, etc.). So, I concluded that America was a sancocho, not a melting pot. “Juntos, pero no revueltos”, as the Dominican saying goes (read: together, but not scrambled).

However, the face of America is definitely changing: California is a majority-minority state, immigrants are moving to smaller towns where the jobs are, interracial couples are on the rise, and we’ve now had our first biracial president. These are exciting times. Today I attended “Meet the Teacher night” at my daughter’s preschool and noticed that out of seven families, two were interracial, three were immigrants and the rest white. India, China, Dominican Republic, South Africa and America: White, Black, and Asian, all represented in that tiny room. At least half the children in that room could be considered “of color.” Now that is a melting pot. Juntos y revueltos (together and scrambled), mixing race and culture and just seeing what comes out of that. What my eyes saw was a lot of beauty. I am joyous at the many multi-racial children I see playing at the mall. I am excited at the interracial families I run into everywhere… in corn country USA. I don’t worry that my daughter will be different. I am just glad she will be.

By Antonia S.

I founded this site to share my culture and the dishes I love. My native Dominican Republic, family ties to China, and travels near and far inspire my recipes. Enjoy and SHARE! Fundé biteslife.com para compartir mi cultura y los platos que me gustan. Mi tierra nativa, la República Dominicana, lazos familiares de la China y mis viajes por el mundo son la inspiración para mis recetas. Disfrute y comparte!

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