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Chances are if you have ended up on this post from a search. You’re either one of two people. You’ve heard the term racially ambiguous and curious to understand more. Or you are most likely racially ambiguous yourself.
If you are the latter then, greetings and congratulations to my fellow ambiguan. Definitely not a real word, but coined here “I think”. For those of you who are looking for answers read on.
What is racial ambiguity?
The term refers to a person who is not easily categorized by ethnicity or identified with any particular race. Racial ambiguity can also refer to babies of mixed parentage whose skin colour and features are not readily identifiable as belonging to one specific ethnic group.
The origins of my racial ambiguity
I am proud to be part of the growing world of racially ambiguous people. The roots of my ambiguity stem from my parents, who are from the exotic African island of Mauritius. My siblings and I are first-generation Australians.
Both my parents also come from racially ambiguous families. My father is a coloured man. Who’s kindred, four brothers, range on the spectrum of white to black. He falls right in the middle of that colour wheel
