Kehlani Quotes

My family is part Creole, and we're Indian, and we're also very, very black. My father was so black, he was blue.

My dad is Caucasian, and my mom is African American. I'm half black and half white. Being biracial paints a blurred line that is equal parts staggering and illuminating.

I'm neither half white nor half Asian. I'm full both.

I'm tri-racial: African-American, Native American and Euro - that's the Scotch-Irish part.

I am half Puerto Rican, a quarter German and a quarter black. That was always a big issue for me - being mixed race - because casting directors tended to be very like, 'OK, are you Hispanic for this role?' 'Or is she going to be African American?'

I have always, or for the most part, identified myself as a biracial person.

I am myself of a mixed background.

I relate to both my Caucasian side and my African side, and I love that.

My theory is because I'm Asian and white I sort of look like the future. I'm the melting pot.

It is impossible to say with any certainty to which human race we belong. We all differ visibly in the color of our skin.

My blood's not red or blue - it's brown.

Being mixed in the South, that's a struggle that everybody deals with differently. Some people go careening to one side or the other, and some people try to walk a tightrope between the two. I grew up spending equal time with both sides of my family.

I'm black. I'm Latina. My mom is Cuban. Afro-Cuban. My dad is white and Australian.

Most of my background is Filipino and partly Chinese, but mostly Filipino.

My father's Peruvian! I actually have a lot of family in Cuzco. I'm also Swiss, Alaskan, French, Spanish and Italian.

I'm half Puerto Rican and half Jewish and so, in some ways, living in many worlds at once is where I feel most at home.

I'm of Filipino, Spanish, and Chinese descent, and was raised on Hawaii.

I'm a quarter Chinese and three-quarter Filipino. I don't look Filipino; I look more Chinese or Korean. It actually works in my favor: in terms of roles, it gives me a broader canvas.

My life is black and white and mixed. My mother's a Rastafarian, my dad was a short white guy - it's not an affectation. It's also the lives of millions of people throughout the world.

My father is Chinese, Spanish, and Filipino; my mother is half-Irish and half-Japanese; Greek last name; born in Hawaii, raised in Germany.

I'm black and Cuban, Australian and Irish, and like most people in America, I'm someone whose roots come from somewhere else. I'm a mixed race, first-generation American.

When you're biracial, people sort of make you gray - you're not black, you're not white, you're sort of gray; you're 'other.' And I'm fortunate to have parents that were strong enough to say, 'You're not 'other.' You're special.'

I'm not white, I'm not black.

I'm a typical mutt American. I have an Italian last name. Half-Mexican, half-Jewish.

I'm mixed race - my dad's Caucasian, and my mom's Mexican - so I want to play anything and everything, from American to Latino, the whole spectrum; I'm insatiable.