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When parents don’t approve of your interracial relationship

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Not long after actress and writer Diane Farr exchanged her first “I love you” with her now-husband, Seung Yong Chung, he gave her some crushing news: Their relationship would not go over well with his Korean parents. “I’m supposed to marry a Korean girl,” he told her.

Upset as she was, Farr remembered the rules imposed by her own Irish-Italian parents, who had once forbidden her from dating anyone who was black or Puerto Rican. And many of her friends’ parents, she later learned, had also imposed similar rules on their children.

She was determined to fight for her beau, and he for his parents to accept her. The couple’s story, which has a happy ending, is the basis for Farr’s new memoir, titled “Kissing Outside the Lines: A True Story of Love and Race and Happily Ever After,” published by Seal Press. She provided a taste of their story in a recent “Modern Love” column for the New York Times.

Farr, who lives in Los Angeles, talks here about the road to acceptance within her husband’s family, how her parents changed their attitudes about race and love, and the road that lies ahead for their three children.

M-A: When your husband told you that his parents would likely not accept you, how did you make peace with that? There was the possibility that they never might, or that your relationship might cause him to be alienated from them. How did you cope with that?

Farr: From the first conversation I had with my husband about his parents’ wish that he marry a Korean person, I felt badly for him. Specifically because it was such a double edged sword. He had this new, great love in his life – but he had this fear of telling the other people he loved about it. I think the inherent sadness of that made me want to “help him,” find a way to possibly make the two parts work together.

It was a very real possibility that I would never be accepted by his family and even worse, that he might be disowned or at least never spoken to again because he wanted to marry me. As I detail in my book, from our first conversation where Seung “admitted” the long history of conversations about who was welcome for love in his house, and who was not, I told him I would support him if he wanted to persue our relationship because I was a grown woman, with my own job and my own career and my own mommy and daddy.

I wasn’t financially dependent on his parents, he did not live with them and I did not “need” them. My real hope was that he would not lose them because I guessed he did need them. I said I was willing to work with him to attain that, first and foremost.

M-A: What was it like meeting them for the first time?

Farr: There was so much vetting done before my first meeting with them that it was incredibly smooth compared to the ardous path I had just climbed to get into their company. My biggest travails were with Seung’s aunts and uncles who were, sort of, auditioning me or interviewing me and at times just staring at me without one word, to decide if I should have an audience with his mom and dad. By the time I got to his parents, they were a walk in the park.

M-A: In your essay, you mention being surprised that many of your friends whose parents imposed similar rules were willing to abide by them. Did any of them rationalize their parents’ rules, and how?

Farr: Everyone rationalized their parents’ rules – including me. My parents were not that different than Seung’s. They had their own list of who I could and couldn’t date. What surprised me most about so many of my peers and about Seung was that they hadn’t fought for their right to pick their own partner with their parents.

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Readers on interracial dating and parents’ rules

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A post yesterday highlighted author Diane Farr’s new memoir about interracial romance titled “Kissing Outside the Lines: A True Story of Love and Race and Happily Ever After,” and her accompanying recent essay for the New York Times about the early days of her relationship with her Korean American husband.

After he warned her that his parents would likely not accept her, the Irish-Italian Farr recalled her own mother’s admonition: She could marry a man who was German, Irish, French or Jewish, but “No blacks and no Puerto Ricans, though, or you are out of my house.” Friends of various ethnic backgrounds told her they had all been handed similar rules about who they couldn’t date.

In the post, I asked readers to recall conversations that took place in their households regarding interracial relationships – if their parents imposed rules, and how these rules played out in real life. There have been a couple of interesting responses, including this unusual one:

Rory wrote:

My mother is a tall woman from Northern Ireland. I was told I could not marry anyone who was shorter than 5’6″ and/or Catholic. The height issue was because, as a teen, she saw all of the tall boys (I’m 6’7″) date short girls, and she felt left out at 5’11.” The Catholic issue came from her upbringing as a Methodist in Northern Ireland.

I ended up marrying a 5’6″ Episcopalian, so I guess I followed her rules.

And Barcacule1889 wrote:

American is not a race. German is a race. Indian is a race. But even Indians are so ethnically diverse. But even the notion of race is biologically suspect since biology does not recognize race only evolutionary adaptations by people groups. As for me, I cannot see myself marrying someone from India and bringing her back to the USA.

I prefer to marry any American since I have grown used to the American culture where I moved to 17 years ago from India. The issue is what kind of American? To be honest, I prefer sunkissed blondes.

Go ahead, rake me over the coals now!

Oh, Barcacule. At least you’re honest.

A girlfriend from the ‘wrong’ race: New memoir takes on interracial romance

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Over the past few months we’ve presented a few different takes on interracial relationships, social territory that even in an increasingly multiethnic country remains full of unexpected land mines.

We’ve learned about how Internet daters prefer to stick with their own race, and have read the reflections of a biracial father – ridiculed for his own name as a child – as he searched for the right name to give his multiracial baby. In one popular post, KPCC’s OnCentral blog editor Kim Bui let us in on the uncomfortable questions directed at Asian women with white partners.

But what about white women who date outside their race? Writer and actress Diane Farr was on the other side of that coin when she began her relationship with her now-husband Seung Yong Chung, a Korean American who told her early on in their romance that their relationship would not go over well with his family. Their story, which had a happy ending, is the basis for Farr’s new memoir, titled “Kissing Outside the Lines: A True Story of Love and Race and Happily Ever After,” published last month by Seal Press.

Farr provided a taste of the book earlier this month in a “Modern Love” column for the New York Times. Among the most interesting things in the piece was what she learned in conversations with friends after her then-boyfriend told her, “I’m supposed to marry a Korean girl.”

What I soon found out was that my friends of all colors, faiths and traditions had had a similar talking-to from their parents. Despite having been in this country for generations longer than mine, their parents, too, had been told there was a right and an “over my dead body” choice for love.

I continued asking questions: “And how much did your parents’ initial disapproval impact your decision to marry? And does it persist or affect your relationship now?”

By phone, over dinner and through e-mail, people’s honest responses started flooding in.

“I have to marry Jewish or I’m cut off,” my Jewish friend said.

“Cut off from what exactly?” I wondered aloud, knowing he had plenty of money of his own.

“Their love and support,” he answered.

“For my father, black was out of the question,” said my olive-skinned Persian friend with a wave of her hand, as if she were trying to push away the very idea of it.

Another friend of mixed Indian and German descent said, “I’m a half-breed, so my parents were fine with any race, but they preferred — really told me — not to marry an American.”

“While you were being raised in America?” I said, aghast.

She giggled at the ridiculousness of the statement, but nodded her head yes nonetheless.

Farr writes that her own Irish-Italian parents once forbade her from dating anyone black or Puerto Rican, though they eventually changed their position. She writes that she was less shocked by her friends’ admissions of their parents’ dating rules than by “their willingness to abide by them.”

Yet what Farr describes is next-door common, even in a polyglot place like Southern California. I’m looking forward to reading the book – and I’d like to hear from readers.

What sorts of conversations took place in your household regarding interracial relationships? If there were rules and restrictions imposed, how did they play out in real life?