I said, "Well it depends on the context you're using it. A Cuban is a popular sandwich, or a Cuban is a person from Cuba. Why do you ask?"
"Am I Cuban?"
"No, buddy, you're not Cuban?"
"Well, what am I?"
"You're black and white."
"But what does that mean?"
"It means you're Caucasian and African-American."
"Tell you what buddy, lets wait until you're dad gets home, and let him explain it to you. He can explain it much better since he's black and white too."
Insert Dad, home from work.
"Hey Babe, R wants to know what he is? He asked me if he was Cuban. I told him he's black and white, but I think you can explain it better for him."
R is listening.
"Buddy, you are like me. We are black and white. That means we came from one white parent and one black parent."
R says, "And Landon too?"
"No, Landon comes from one white parent, and one mixed parent, so he's more white than black. Look at it this way...how many quarters does it take to make a dollar?"
"Okay, say you are those 4 quarters. 2 of your quarters are black and 2 of your quarters are white, which means half of you is black and half of you is white. But Landon would be 1 black quarter and 3 white quarters."
Me, "Wow Babe, that is a great way to explain it. I would have never thought of it that way."
R says, "People at my old school called me black."
Me, "Well you are black."
R, "I'm tan. I can say I'm black or white."
Me, "Yes, you can. So what brought on this question today, R? Did someone ask you what you are?"
"No, I was just asking."
"Well, why did you ask if you were Cuban? Did someone tell you you were Cuban?"
"Yeah, Grandma and Stacie (biological mother), told me I was Cuban?"
Me and Dad, with emphasis, "R, you are not Cuban and we don't know why they would tell you that."
|R and Dad on the 4th of July|