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Both of my parents were born in California. My mother is white, with her family coming from rural Pennsylvania. My father is Mexican, but his mother was born in the US and his father Mexico. They both grew up in Orange County relatively close together, and moved to a city called Corona, California when I was born.

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My parents taught me to be tolerant of other races and talked about how there was a lot of racism present where they grew up. Orange County is a diverse part of California, but the various communities of color exist amongst some of the wealthiest white communities in the western US. They talked about how there was a lot of racial animosity between white, Latine, and Asian groups of students.

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I have always considered myself to be biracial. The community I grew up in had large communities of both white and Latine people, and I felt similar to both. What made me realize this though, was that I felt more like a Mexican around other white people and more like a white person around other Latine people.

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Since moving to Portland, something I miss about where I grew up was how diverse it was. I remember we would drive to LA and see a lot of different cultures being represented proudly in the city and how special it made it feel. Portland doesn't have something to that effect- especially in the neighborhood I live in now. I am lucky to work at a school that feels as diverse as where I grew up.

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One of my first memories of race took place when I was at my grandma's house. I spent the night, and the next morning we went into the front yard to see that someone had tagged white power on the street with spray paint. My grandma talked about how this was wrong, and that there were people who didn't like how diverse the neighborhoods we lived in were. It is unfortunate that one of my first memories of race is also my first memory of racism.