I am the product of an interracial marriage. I am married to a caucasian man and made the choice - not because of his race, but because of how wonderfully he treats me and because of the special friendship we continue to share after 12 years of being with one another. As a product of our love, we now have two beautiful racially mixed children and share a wonderful life. Our children will grow up knowing that it is not what matters on the outside, but what a person's heart and soul are that make the difference.
I am Mexican-American and my boyfriend is white. I told him about Loving Day a few weeks ago. He must have taken the holiday to heart because he chose to commemorate Loving Day by proposing to me! He took me by complete surprise by proposing as we hiked with our dog on a trail overlooking Lake Tahoe. I couldn't be happier and I would like to wish all the love and luck that we have had on all of the interracial couples out there.
I am white/Native American mix and my handsome hubby is Chamorro from Guam. We met at a powwow near Seattle while he was stationed at Fort Lewis, WA. I cannot imagine a better place to meet. I felt so blessed to have found him. We went through much prejudice - from angry Chamorros who felt I was not good enough, to white people who glared at us and our beautiful baby girl.
I have never realized this before but I was reading this website and found that my biracial son was born on Loving Day 2004. This year we had a huge birthday party for him. He is the cutest, sweetest kid ever. This day now means even more to me. My son is the biggest confirmation of love for me and my husband. Now that I know that his birthday is the same day as the legal decision that allows me to be married to the man I love, it means so much more.
After being together for six years, Brian (white) and I (Korean) just got married last week. He said the wedding was magic and I agree, and it was especially significant because we have been through so much together.
I am a newly engaged women (Caucasian) to a wonderful black man. We met over a year ago and from that first moment I knew that Joe was the man I wanted to marry. Even though I had not dated outside of my race before, I had little concern for the objections from my family. At first my Catholic step-mother declared that my "black boyfriend" would not be allowed in her home. Nor would her or my father ever support our decision to be together. My father advised that interracial relationships were against God's plan for us and were very difficult to maintain. And what about the children?
I have been in many interracial relationships. Although I've had boyfriends of the same race (white), my parents actually weren't very fond of them either. I was not allowed to see my first boyfriend (Mexican) even though it was more about him being from the "wrong part of town". He actually ended up marrying a friend of mine from high school and my mother send me the clipping in the mail. I hid our relationship from them for 3 years. They still don't know about it to this day.
I was seeing a Mexican guy and we were not allowed to call each other. My parents would not allow him in the house. My parents are against me dating Hispanics of any kind, even though the rest of my family couldn't be happier for me. Now I'm dating a guy who's Spanish (from Spain) and Irish. It's not going over too well, even after a year. It's not 100% OK.
My Japanese wife and I (Caucasian) have been married 46 years, and have four grown children. We met and married in Japan, where I was stationed as a Navy JAG officer. At that time the US military strongly opposed such marriages, and had a lengthy bureaucratic process designed to discourage the couple from reaching the altar. Counseling by both a chaplain and a legal officer was mandatory, and the principal objective of legal counseling was to inform the couple of the existence of miscegenation laws in the state or states of their likely future residence.