“I was an outsider. Being a half-caste had the same effect in the East as in the West. Your face was subliminally unsettling to both races. Eyes brushed over you as if you did not quite count, you were an aberration, a blip that would be smoothed over by the next manifestly white or colored face that came into view. You were a curious mutation of the genes pool. But there was nothing diluted about being alive in these colors; you were not fifty-fifty, but two hundred percent alive; not a half-being, but a double being.”
I love this quote, from Mira Stout, author of One Thousand Chestnut Trees- A multigenerational novel about Korea.