...of the big white box.
This is a link to a perspective that ... well, I share. It has to do with checking the census box for race. I can tell you that I usually leave it blank on forms, unless it will invalidate the rest of the information. I don't like to use the word 'biracial.' Don't ask me what my husband's nationality is, he is American, for crying out loud. Do you mean to ask what is his ethnicity? His country of origin? That I will answer proudly and happily. But please don't ask me to check a box for race. Mine, his, our childrens'.
I will never know what it feels like to have someone respond to me as anyone other than a white woman, or a chunky white woman. But I have seen people respond to my husband who is neither chunky nor white (and obviously not a woman!) when he is with me. I think there may be some value in checking the race box, but in my dreams, I would eliminate the box as a method of helping people get beyond their fear and lack of exposure and segregations of the mind, and as a way to move toward a culture of loving our neighbor regardless of the box they check, or don't check.