Ever Been Mistaken For Another Race or Nationality?
I've brought this up quite a few times on here, and I figured I have enough story material now to make a fun thread about it.
Simple question: Have you ever knowingly been confused for another race or nationality by anyone else? If so, give an example or two to share with the rest of us.
Guess I'll start this off...
During my time in high school, I vaguely remember being called Mexican several times; but those times convinced me that it was a common belief throughout my time there. One time in summer school, at an inner city school no less, a little cute girl with the most beautifully dark features, I imagine she was partially African, walked up to me and spoke to me in Spanish for over a minute before I realized she was talking to me - and she realized that I didn't speak Spanish and asked me just that. (In English.)
I've had this experience with all sorts of white people throughout my time in stores, parking lots, and both my times working at a paper mill.
I've had at least two black people who thought I wasn't white. One guy, whom I was imagine drunk considering the time and place and sound of his voice, yelled "Hey! Yo quiero Taco Bell!" from about 50 feet away in a parking lot at night. The other was a man in his mid-to-late 50's who thought I was Native American after we'd been working together on a project, and had generally been friends, for over three months.
A white guy (~21), and I mean white guy, whom always reminded me of "Leave It To Beaver," was convinced I wasn't white even after I told him I was. Then again, he was hardcore Republican and a Bush supporter in 2007. He, of course, thought I was Mexican or, believe it or not, Japanese.
One of my only friends from high school recently started seeing me once or twice a week as we'd show up at the same time for classes near each other. He admitted that he thought I was either Hispanic or Native American.
Finally, I saved the best one for last, and believe me, it's good. One time, I walked into a Target, and some kid and his family were walking out of it. Well, he ran up to me, mind you, we were still inside the store, and said, "Do you like Taco Bell?" And I said, "No, not really." Then he ran back over to his family and said, "See! I told you they don't like Taco Bell!"
Anyway, there's my story, please feel free to share you're own no matter how simple the situation. And if you're curious as to what I look like, I did post my pictures to the photo section; but I still swear I look perfectly Caucasian.