We've had to discuss what we will tell our kids when they encounter racism for being "mixed." It's a reality we can't ignore but not one that we think will be the biggest hurdle in their lives (though it would be nice if it were).
And then there are the funnier, cultural differences. This past Christmas, Fred called his dad to tell him we were coming home for the holiday, and his dad replied, "I was thinking about celebrating only Kwanza this year." Not knowing much about the holiday except for the fact that it celebrated African American culture, I blurted out: "Am I invited?" Fred laughed for a long time, and then explained to me what Kwanza is and that I would certainly be welcome.
But again, the majority of these issues stem from the society that we live in, not what goes on between us a couple. And I like to believe that, with each passing generation, our society becomes more accepting of interracial relationships. The statistics appear to support that: In 2005, 7 percent of American marriages were interracial, compared to less than 2 percent in 1970.
But the fact that me being in an interracial relationship is newsworthy enough for me to write an essay about it is a telling point: Our society still has a ways to go on the matter. I think Rhimes put it best in our interview when she said: "Part of a truly diverse world is not needing to make a statement about the fact that it's a diverse world. When we get to that point, we've gotten somewhere."
In the meantime, Fred and I have more important things to discuss: like whose team will win the next big game.