I had a revelation recently, in part due to a post I published on race, and the discussions that ensued in the comments.
I finally realize why it is so important to me that my race be recognized. Why it's so important to me that people do not view me through a lens of "color-blindness."
My color, my race--it's all that I have left.
It is the only tangible evidence that remains that I was born a Korean, that I am my Omma's and Appa's daughter.
All other perceptible connections have been erased--the language, the culture, the family, the people.
By these measures--by language, by culture, by family, by people--I am a White American. All that visibly remains of my connection to Korea is the way that I look.