Checking the Right Box

Raymond, you're not white. You shouldn't mark that box," one of my coaches told me in front of the whole team.

I was quite embarrassed and very angry when I went home. My mom had always told me that when I was asked or had to fill out any papers, I needed to check the box that said I was white because I was Caucasian.

When I got home that day, I asked my mom why she had me mark the box "white" when I really wasn't white. My mother finally told me the truth. "You are Hopi and Navajo." She went on to explain that she didn't want for me to live with prejudice and rejection. She wanted me to have...