Every time I take a survey I get pissed off. Why? Because in every survey, the bean counters in charge of it want to nail down exactly what group I’m a part of so that they can massage their numbers to get the answers they want. Amongst the male or female, married or single, how much money do I make type questions, they inevitably ask “what is your race?”
Hell if I know, I’ve never done a genealogy on my family history. The subject is about as interesting as watching paint dry to me. My skin’s white, sure enough. But that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Ancestry determines what type of blood runs in your veins; and only working with the surnames of my grandparents, I can claim German, French and English blood (Caucasoid? WTF is that?) Who knows what else has been thrown in there over the last couple of hundred years? In my estimation that makes me a Standard American Mutt.
Race is an illusion anyway. The behavior attributed to race is nothing more than ethnic culture; the absorbed societal norms which influence the thinking of an individual, and culture changes from generation to generation (and the people who wish to preserve their ethnicity are fighting a losing battle on a constantly shifting slope) The genetic differences between the races are no greater than the genetic differences between individuals of the same race. So what does it mean to claim membership in a particular race? Bragging rights?
Beats me. I’m proud to proclaim myself a mutt. Now if I can just get the people printing forms and writing surveys to include Standard American Mutt as one of the choices.
I wrote in Other: Mutt as my racial category on the 2020 census. I’m sure they just reassigned me to White, just like they have done in the past. White is a myth. There is no such thing as white.