This is article explaining my background, that I wrote for a website that deals with men's issues
I am an underground hip-hop artist and I was attending an event in Washington Heights where I was pretty excited about performing, There was a young Dominican guy, who kept looking at me as if I had two heads. This kid then asked me, “As a white man, how do you feel about Rachel Dolezal?”
I smiled and politely told him that I am actually half Dominican, just like him. For good measure, because he seemed to not be processing the information, I told him my real name, Jimmy Iglesias, and where my mother was from. He didn’t seem to want to take that answer and kept pushing me for a response. I told him that I didn’t have enough information about the woman to make a judgment call, but the only thing I honestly had an issue with was her taking a job that could have gone to a black woman. The way he treated me, and the question itself, took me back to being a teenager and feeling like I wasn’t Spanish enough for everyone else.
I am of mixed heritage, my father was from Spain and my mother was from the Dominican Republic. My mother is someone you can easily tell is Hispanic. Complexion-wise Latinos run a gambit of skin colors, so they’re always people that debate whether or not “Hispanic” is a race in the traditional sense. But for the sake of this conversation, my mother’s family is indigenous to that part of the world. I grew up having some of my mother facial features, but my father’s complexion. I can easily pass for Italian or Jewish. I still identify largely as being Latino.
While my father was around, I never knew his family. As I grew up, I was raised in a Dominican household and spent most of my time with my Dominican relatives. I grew up mainly speaking Dominican Spanish, eating Dominican food; tostones and manugo and the other 40,000 things you can make with Paltanos. (Platanos are my people’s shrimp.) My grandfather was a political revolutionary and attempted to over throw Trujillo, a corrupt dictator that terrorized the country.
In my personal life, with acquaintances, I don’t bring up my identity a lot. I don’t feel the need for others to validate me because I know ultimately who I am. I did always wonder what it would have been like if I had grown up looking more like my cousin or my uncles who weren’t mixed. I wonder if people in my neighborhood would have accepted me more and I would have gotten into fewer fights.
I’ve faced a lot of cruelty and misplaced anger in my direction growing up, and if I am candid, I still do, even now. I’ve always used humor and open ears and open heart to disarm people. I try to be sensitive to the nuances of others, because of how many people have ignored the nuances of me. I am six feet, two inches tall, and built like a football player, so I have used my size to protect myself, but I have worked hard not to become vengeful or cruel.
Being rejected by others taught me to be tenacious, to take risks, and to do the things I wanted to do. I accepted after the age of 14 I would never be easily embraced by others who grew up in my area due to my appearance.
I picked the name Jimmy ValenTime for a laundry list of reasons, but one was as a quick way to address the white thing and to move past it and explore the stuff I am interested in. In my music and performances I use people’s exceptions and subvert them. Lately I am going for a more playful vibe because I like to make music that makes people happy.
Jimmy ValenTime as a persona is very arrogant — it’s the part of me that is my cheerleader. But at events I love to give great performances, encourage those that stumble to keep going, and I try to pitch in for people that have a future in the music industry. I believe in hip hop and I believe in community. I fell in love with rap because I could see myself and parts of my life in people that didn’t always look like me or grew up in the same part of the country as I did.
So what I am saying is I wouldn’t change a thing.
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