I was disappointed in this collection of deeply specific and personal essays for the lack of broader application. While occasionally the prose was eloquent yet succinct, typically each chapter would meander in and out of boring recollections of family relationships tangentially related to the title.
Mehta succeeds most when focusing on the relationship between her ethnicity and how she is viewed societally, specifically in the differences between assumption and reality.
For example, "I also did not know that vegetarianism was associated with caste until I was in my forties; because my knowledge of how to be Indian is so tightly tied to my family, I do not have a broad range of caste practices for comparison. Essentially, on some level, for me, a blended heritage means that I do not know what aspects of my cultural makeup come from where, and I also often do not know what they mean." And later, "I do not want to tell you that I am Indian in part because the culture that I bring to the table is rarely Indian...All my life, I have associated my sense of not being Indian enough with my halfness, with the fact that 50 percent of my genes come from the British Isles, France, and Germany, and with the fact that my mother called many of the shots and created much of the cultural context."
Quotes I found worthwhile:
“I really do think that when white people ask me where I am ‘really’ from, they are asking from a place of well-intentioned curiosity. They really do, somehow, feel that knowing my heritage will help them know me better, connect with me better. But what they are really doing, whether they realize it, is trying to control my story, how I tell it, and at what speed I tell it.”
“It was that, because they were white, they did not think about race at all. They saw race as irrelevant, and from the position of their white privilege, assumed that since they did not care about her race, no one else would either.”
“If a well-meaning liberal or progressive person loves someone across a racial line…it is hard for them to see that our interactions are, at least at times, shaped by that racial line and its power dynamics. It is hard for them to see…that these interactions, with people who loved me, who were invested in me, were also shaped by systemic racism.”
“I am deliberately drawing a distinction between the actions that people take and their essences--we all do racist things, we are all implicated and shaped, in our unconscious, by the systems that govern our society. My goal here is not to demonize people, but to parse out the harm that the inability to see racism does to people of color in white families.”
“Because microaggressions are often so small as to be invisible to the white viewer, when you try to articulate microaggressions, they hear whining. This does several things to the mixed race child, leaning on their white relatives for support as they navigate a racist world. First, it creates failures of understanding. The non-white child learns that stories of micro-aggression will be treated as whining and be punished, and so she stops bringing home those stories. The white parent, grandparent, or other family member has no experience navigating the world as a person of color and so they do not know what the child is going through.”