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'They Thought My Daughter Was Being Kidnapped': The Struggles Of A Multiracial Family

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I admit, it didn’t look good. My two-year-old daughter was lying on her back beating her sparkly jelly shoes against the ground, hands balled up in fists, cheeks streaked with tears. My husband was with her, he’d drawn the short straw while I’d escaped with the task of securing our restaurant reservation. The table had a perfect view of the sun setting over the Greek island, and the slope where my daughter was screaming.

Next to me, two British couples sipped white wine and beer. At first, I didn’t pay much attention to their comments—“What’s wrong with that girl?”; “Where’s her mother?”—it was nothing I hadn’t heard before. But very quickly, the conversation took a different turn. “He’s not even trying to cuddle her. He’s just sitting there.”

It was true, my husband wasn’t trying to cuddle her. He knew, as did I, that at this stage of the tantrum, approaching her would set off another round. But he wasn’t “just sitting there.” He was whispering to her. I knew what he was saying because we said the same thing whenever she had a tantrum: “You’re okay, baby, you’re okay, I know you’re angry but we’re here. When you’re ready, we’ll give you a cuddle.”

Then one of the men said something that made my mouth fall open. “He’s obviously not the father. He looks nothing like her.” I watched him slide an olive into his mouth. “What if he’s kidnapped her? She’s fighting and we’re all just watching.” He pushed his aviators to the top of his head and reached for his phone. “That’s it. I’m calling the police.”

How to describe my daughter? She’s fiercely intelligent. She’s strong-willed. She has the heart of a lion, the wiles of a fox, and the memory of an elephant—if you promise her something, you’d better deliver. She’s beautiful. Her hair is chestnut and lightens in the summer. From a distance, her eyes look brown but up close, they’re flecked with amber. She is all these things because she is entirely herself and because she is our daughter. I am Singaporean-Chinese—petite, dark brown hair, dark eyes. My husband is white British—tall, blonde, blue eyes.

The incident in Greece was not the first time I’d been confronted with the complexities of race. As a South-East Asian woman living in London, race is inescapable. I was afraid to go out when COVID hit. I’m catcalled in a mish-mash of mispronounced one-liners. I’m told to go home. I’m constantly mistaken for other Asians. A woman once informed me that I was Japanese. I must have looked confused because she proceeded to spell out “Japanese.” I didn’t tell her that I was a lawyer and a writer and that both these things are profoundly at odds with the inability to spell. She didn’t seem particularly interested in facts.

As a South-East Asian author, race is also inescapable. Like most writers, I portray characters that reflect my own background. In the first drafts of my novel, Bad Fruit, my protagonist, like me, had Singaporean parents who migrated to the UK. I wanted to capture the liminal space that second-generation immigrants occupy—the right accent but not the right skin tone, the same schooling but not the same school experience. The sense of never quite belonging to a white world or an Asian one.

As a South-East Asian woman living in London, race is inescapable.

But the scene in Greece made something painfully clear: My experience as a South-East Asian in a predominately white culture was vastly different from my daughter’s experience as multiracial. However much I felt different from my parents, I didn’t actually look different. My appearance had never been grounds for the reporting of a crime.

This avid fascination with how white my daughter is, how Asian, how she looks like her parents, how she doesn’t, isn’t restricted to white Brits on holiday. It comes from my side of the family, too—Asian relatives who regularly dissect my daughter’s features down racial lines. “The shape of her eyes is Chinese but not the color.” “Her cheeks and nose are ours but not her skin.” When I hear these words, when I remember them, a desperation flares inside me, makes me clasp my daughter to my chest. I feel the same spark of danger I felt in Greece, like she is about to be cut adrift. She is only five.

After the incident in Greece, I replayed the scene many times in my head, trying to figure out what I should have said. Sometimes, I practiced patient education: “Do you understand how damaging your racialization is? Do you see how it excludes her from us?” Other times, I practiced rage: “Do you want to line my family up in color order? Would you do this to a white girl?” Looking back, I can see I was punishing myself. Because, in the moment, I’d said none of those things. I’d stood up, shaking as I pushed my chair back, and begged: “Please don’t call the police. That’s my husband and my daughter. She’s just having a tantrum.”

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Months went by of me doing this to myself, of going over and over what I didn’t do, how I could have done better, until during an early morning writing session, I realized something. The man, my Asian relatives, every person who’d hurt my family through their microaggressions, their outright racism, had done it with words. But I had words, too. Words that might one day be published, words that had the potential to reach thousands. So I made a decision. I changed my protagonist’s race from Singaporean-Chinese to multiracial. I wrote about colorism. I told a story about a child who is consistently othered from her parents.

I know it’s just fiction; I know it’s just words. But I hope that my words, joined with thousands of other diverse voices, might raise a choir so loud, it could be playing the next time a man at a seaside restaurant thinks about reporting the kidnapping of a little girl having a tantrum with her father. It could be exactly what convinces my daughter to refuse to fracture herself into the white, the Asian. It could convince the millions of multiracial children to think, I am wholly myself. Astonishing, unique. Indivisible.

Bad Fruit by Ella King is published by Astra House and is out on August 23, 2022.


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Beyoncé gave one fan an experience he’d never forget when she threw him the sunglasses off her face during her “Renaissance” World Tour concert in London. In a now-viral TikTok video, fans captured the exact moment she removed her Off-White sunglasses, which she paired with a red-sequined Off-White bodysuit and thigh-high boots, and threw them into the crowd — but only after pausing to check the brand, of course. The recipient? A TikTok user who goes by the name Global Valentino, aka Valentino Rodrigues.

“Best experience ever, this meant so much!”

“I’m 1 of 1,” Valentino captioned the video. “Me and @khal caught the glasses!! best experience ever, this meant so much!” The joy of catching one of the Grammy-winner’s personal accessories, however, was short-lived as security promptly came over and snatched the sunglasses back. As his friends tried to keep the glasses safe, the guards mouthed, “Stop! Stop!” and ultimately ended up walking away with the sunglasses.

Later in the evening, Beyoncé returned wearing a custom Loewe bodysuit in gold and smiled as she returned the sunglasses to Rodrigues. “No, seriously, I’m still in shock ’cause what the hell?” he told his TikTok followers in a video after the show. After sharing a glimpse of the sunglasses up close, Valentino explained that a piece had fallen off the side immediately after the show. Once they were fixed, he happily tried them on. “OK, so I’m never wearing these again, guys, but they fit,” he said in a follow-up video. Since the concert, Rodrigues has also updated his TikTok bio to read, “BEYONCÉ GAVE ME HER SHADES.”

In an interview with The Daily Dot, he added that the show was the “best night of my life.” The experience was made all the more special by the fact that the glasses were inscribed with the numbers 4-2.3 — likely an optometric measurement — because his birthday happens to be April 23, a noteworthy coincidence.

Though security tried to confiscate the glasses, Rodrigues didn’t let the moment spoil his experience, and he’s glad he was able to hang onto a memento from the unforgettable show. “I don’t know about you guys but I can’t see the haters,” he said with a laugh as he put on the glasses.

Follow Beyoncé and Rodrigues’s full sunglasses saga ahead and shop our favorite sunglasses for summer here.

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As far as skirt trends go, this past year has undoubtedly been the year of maxi hemlines and micro minis. Midi skirts haven’t ever been “out,” but I did put them on the back burner momentarily. There’s always been a place for classic slip midis, but the more trend-forward and creative elements were always applied to the mini and maxi styles.  However, as I took a deep dive into the latest market for summer, I was surprised to see a large variety of updated and elevated midi skirts. Think cargo styles, airy linen options, and colorful wrap skirts.

For 2023, any skirt length goes, but these midi options will have you impressed. I’ve gathered a diverse selection of skirts, whether you’re into having an ultra-colorful summer or much prefer a more pared-back aesthetic this season. The best part about these skirts? You may be buying them for the summer, but I can assure you of their year-round versatility. Simply take them into the fall easily with tall boots and an oversize sweater. Keep scrolling to see and shop the best skirts on the market that haven’t sold out yet. 

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