Hello my name is Amber and I am a white liberal. I am married to a Mexican. My half brother is Dutch. My dad is sober and so am I. I've been robbed at gun point by a Hispanic man. Almost assaulted by an Asian man, and slandered by a lesbian. I've have had my kindness taken advantage of a by a blind man. My nana had AZ and was 10% black and grew up in West Virginia. She would never know, her mother claiming she was Cherokee. Though she was asked if she was Jewish her whole life. Her mother herself had 6 kids from 3 different men. In the 50's. I grew up in an LA suburb with my mother engaged to a catholic Italian whose family owned many parts of my city. They brought flasks to church. I guess the moral of the story is that all these people, including myself are just people. The stories inside these stories would mean nothing, if the details of these people were not written. They would be. Just as I and you. And are still. People. Living lives. Doing things... People do.