I am a strange mixture of human DNA. People don’t readily know what ‘race’ I belong to, be they white, black or even Asian. I have been asked by many people what group I belong to. To make things even more difficult for them, I have a deep Southern accent because I was raised in rural Mississippi.
Just two days ago, our neighbor of 12 years from across the street, a Korean lady, asked my wife what I was.....................
So, you’re an American, then.
Now you understand why so many southerners answer the same question with “American.” We’re descended from practically every western European group and often native American as well. There is no pat answer, other than “American.” People from other parts of the country sneer at that, deem it ignorance, why they don’t even know what they are. Well, yes we do. It’s just that their narrow definition of ethnicity based upon fairly recent arrival on these shores is not applicable. Your background here may be fairly recent, may not be or might have a little of both, but you’re not one thing or the other, either. You’re American. There is no other label that applies.