There’s a reason why I call this my never-ending Loving Day story.
It’s been 50 years since Loving v. Virginia was decided in the United State Supreme Court, which struck down on laws prohibiting interracial marriage nationwide (prior to that, it had been legal in most of the U.S. states). Since then, the quantity of interracial marriages has increased over the decades and continues to do so even now.
It’s truly mind-boggling to think that the right to marry who you love, regardless of skin tone, that at one point in history, was something people like Mildred and Richard Loving had to fight for. It was a fact I didn’t know about until I got older, and if you look around at who my family is, maybe you can understand why learning about this court case was a real awakening for me.
I am a multigenerational mixed race (MGM) person of Filipino and White descent. My parents are a mixed race couple and so are my paternal grandparents. They were married in 1959 here in California, three years after my grandfather had emigrated from the Philippines and eight years before Loving v. Virginia. California had already repealed its ban on interracial marriage in 1948 via Perez v. Sharp, which is why it was possible for them to get married. It’s just a little crazy knowing that at that time, while their marriage was recognized here, it wouldn’t have been in several other states.
My parents married nearly two decades after Loving v. Virginia and they added on to the ever-expanding multiracial family on not only my dad’s side, but also my mom’s. She and her sisters all married people of color. I have a late uncle who was African American and another who emigrated here from Mexico. With all of that in mind, as well as growing up around cousins who’re part Filipino or part Mexican (some of whom have since started families of their own), only adds to this constantly growing mixed family of mine, and why I have this never-ending Loving Day story.
The Never-Ending Loving Day Story Continues
I’ve told people time and time again that growing up, while I could see race, I never thought too much about it, for it was always a norm for me to be around people of different backgrounds. Beyond my immediate and extended family, I also grew up in the heavily diverse San Francisco Bay Area. Looking back on both these aspects of my life now, I’ve come to realize just how privileged I am to be surrounded by so much diversity.
I’m at that age now where people are looking for “the one,” are already engaged to “the one,” or are even married to “the one.” While I do not consider this endeavor to be a priority for me, I bear in mind the privilege I have where if I were to find a significant other, I have the right to be with whoever I want, regardless of their race and/or ethnicity. That is why on this 12th day of June, I celebrate Loving Day to the fullest.