My parents often argued in the car after leaving my grandparents' home, debating whether or not they were racist.
To white people, me being mixed was a false justification that racism no longer exists.
I was terrified to find that one of my relatives might be a closet racist but it was my job to unveil if it was true.
For young mixed women still figuring out their identities, the challenges posed by these questions may further compromise a delicate sense of self. This – having to educate white family members – can be frustrating, burdensome and, at worst, re-traumatising.