All language subtitles for Mixed ish - 1x04 - Love Is a Battlefield.HDTV.SVA.en

Culture. The ability
to point to a custom, a flag,

or a specific group of people
and say, "That's ours!"

For a lot of white Americans,
defining their culture

is as easy as asking
to speak to the manager.

But for black folks in America,

defining their culture
is a bit more complicated.

Ask some people
and they'll say their culture

is that of African kings and queens,

while others will simply reply,

"I know I have some people
in the Carolinas."

Today, you can "23andMe" it all
the way back to your ancestors

and attach some meaning

to where you're from and who you are.

But in 1985, this 12-year-old
mixed girl couldn't use DNA.

I could only ask Dee-and-A...

my Aunt Dee-Dee and my mom, Alicia.

And when I did, this happened...

Excuse me for wanting
to broaden her perspective!

And excuse me for wanting
to whoop your barely black ass.

Oh!

It was super clear

that this was not gonna be
an easy answer.

♪ In the mix ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, they keep trying ♪

♪ But they can't stop us ♪

♪ 'Cause we got a love ♪

♪ That keeps rising up ♪

♪ In the mix ♪

♪ Life turns around ♪

♪ 'Round and 'round it goes ♪

♪ Ooh, it's a mixed-up world ♪
♪ Ooh, it's a mixed-up ♪

♪ And that's for sure ♪
♪ Mixed-up ♪

♪ In the mix ♪
♪ Baby ♪

♪ We're gonna get by ♪

♪ We're gonna ♪
♪ On our own, side by side ♪

♪ Love's all we need to be free ♪
♪ Lo-o-o-ve is all ♪

♪ I got you, you got me ♪

♪ Yaaaaay us! ♪

♪ I-I-In the mix ♪

♪ Yaaaaay us! ♪

♪ I-I-In the mix-ish ♪

Who made you queen of all things black?

Your mother.

Unfortunately, conversations
about our culture

can sometimes turn into
black-on-black crime.

And, like most black-on-black crime...

...this all started due to
a failure of the school system.

There's no cream in this, Jeremy.

I won't put you on coffee duty
if you're going to get it wrong.

Back-to-school night is coming up.

And do you know what parents don't like?

Oh! When you talk to them slowly
like they don't speak English?

Silencio. No.

What they don't like
are all of these blank walls.

That's where you come in.

I want you guys to...

interview your parents about...

your culture

and put a presentation together

that I can put on these blank walls.
Sound good?

Yes, Rainbow...

I don't have a question,
it's more of a comment.

Thank you, Ms. Collins,
for giving me the chance

to dig deeper into my mixed heritage.

I have a black side and a white side,

and it will be an honor
to share both with the class.

This is why you are bullied.

A blank poster board...
You know what that means.

School project. Wow, that takes me back.

I used to love those.

Yeah. You were a little nerd.

I'm glad you're all here,

I need you to help me with
my back-to-school night project.

My project's about my culture.

And since I have two, I figured
I'd put one on each side.

So, Dad, what country's
your culture from?

We're originally from Scotland.

It's actually an incredible story...

so, your great grandfather Callum

immigrated here from a city
called Aberdeen in 1903.

Legally, I might add.

And then he worked hard,
saved all his money,

and sent for your
great grandmother Fiona.

Instead of just leaving her
for his secretary.

I go and get one little divorce...

Tell me more about Great Grandma Fiona!

Let me handle this, let me handle this.

- She was beautiful.
- Beautiful.

I mean, statuesque. Right.

I began to see how culture
could bring people together...

even those who rarely saw eye-to-eye.

In less than an hour,
my granddad and father

showed me the clothes
our ancestors wore,

and told me about our
traditional exotic, bland food.

And it all sat proudly
under our Scottish flag.

Well, I don't know if we'll be
able to do ours that quickly.

Black culture is
a little more complicated, baby.

And you can't talk about it
in front of white people.

- They'll steal it.
- I know that's right.

What have we ever stolen from you?

Okay, regardless, white culture
is just as complicated

as black culture.

Impossible. You can look at a map

and point out what country
you came from.

We can't do that.

And for that, I am so sorry...
my possibly-Nubian queen.

No.

Point is, us getting here
was no cake walk.

We had to change our clothes,
we had to change our name,

and don't get me started
on the boat ride...

Never mind.

Look, our culture
can get a little tricky,

but you came to the right place.

Your Aunt Dee-Dee is an expert
on all things black.

And, of course, your mom minored

in African Studies at Berkeley.

I want to know about everything.

Okay, then let's do it.

Yes.

Black school is officially in session.

- Hey.
- Hey!

- Hey.
- Hey!

- Oh.
- Oh!

- No.
- No?

- No.
- Oh.

You going to black school, too.

Meanwhile, my dad and granddad

had their own cultural tradition.

If you look past its concussions,

hockey is a chance for families
to be on the same team.

For 60 minutes, Dad and Granddad

didn't care about politics
or race, just hockey.

You know, me and the kids,

we listened to a few games
on the commune,

but I'm excited for them
to watch their first one.

Come on, you know there's no
eye contact when the game is on.

Stop making it weird.

Oh, right, sorry.

Hey, kids! Come on,
the game's about to start!

Sorry, just had to make sure
I looked good.

Sweetheart, we're just watching
the game on the couch.

I know, but you never know
who might stop by.

Kids, I love you, but...

Oh, now, kids, don't get scared,

but you might hear some bad words.

You're definitely gonna hear
some yelling.

But that's just hockey.

You're free to say
or do whatever you want

while the game is on.

Oh, come on, ref!
What the hell was that?!

Call the high stick,
you [bleep] [bleep]!

Uh-oh... Looks like somebody

has to put a turnip in the swear jar.

No, it's like I said...
there's no bad words today.

Really, none?

Yeah, when... when the game is on,

you're free to say whatever you want.

Go ahead, give it a shot.

Pancakes!

You'll get the hang of it.

I think it's like this.

Frosted pancakes!

You've always been my favorite.

Flips out to...

Yes!

All right, I told you, stop looking at me.

You're making it weird.

So, what should I put
for country of origin?

- Africa.
- Tennessee.

Tennessee is not a country.

Neither is Africa...

More important, you've never been there.

But that's where we're from.

We had a rich culture
we were forced to leave behind.

People try to make it seem like Africa

is all jungles and huts...

You forget famine and disease.

But the truth is, in Africa,
we were queens and kings.

So I'd be a princess in Africa?

Girl, no. That's the one place
light-skinned folks don't win.

So what would I be?

You'd be wishing
you was back in Tennessee.

But look at these.

These are the kings and queens
of America.

You got Prince. Mmm!

You got Eddie Murphy. Mmm mmm.

You got the cast of "227." Mmm mmm mmm!

Yeah, but we also have Haile Selassie.

Mmm mmm!

Use these magazines if you want
to show our real culture.

But I will need to return these
to the salon once we are done.

Black businesses.

- You don't need this and you don't need this.
- I mean, you do, because this is your

- great-great-great-great aunt Dee.
- I don't know who these people are.

- These are random Africans.
- She would be around...

Black culture is rich and vibrant,

but if you ask
10 different people what it is,

you'll get 10 different answers.

And that was starting
to get a little confusing.

Wait, stop.

Is this Dr. J even a real doctor?

Of course not.

And how is "Dr. J" even part
of the conversation

about our best and brightest?

I guess you've never
seen him wear shorts.

What's so special about his shorts?

- Girl...
- Nothing.

You know what? Rainbow can decide.

Would you like to fill up your board

with what your aunt learned
in magazines and TV,

or would you like to use
what your mom learned

from books and college?

Honestly, I'm just confused.

Even though culture was
supposed to bring us together,

it was starting to tear us apart.

We need to show her what blackness is.

Then she can choose what she likes best.

Okay. But this is not a competition.

Definitely not.

- Okay.
- Okay.

But I can't lie...

Dr. J is working those shorts.

- I tried to tell you.
- You did.

- Whew.
- Oh, okay.

Jollof rice, fufu, egusi.

This is how we ate in our natural state,

when we were kings and queens in Africa.

Do Africans still eat this?

If they do, we need to send
way more than 35 cents a day.

Hey, don't talk about
the motherland like that.

I hate to break it to you,

but we weren't all
kings and queens in Africa.

That's not even how a monarchy works.

So then why does everyone
always say we were royalty?

Because it sounds nice.

But the truth is, most of us
were just regular people

eating regular food.

Fatback, ham hocks...

That's not our culture.
That's someone else's scraps.

Scraps? That's what makes us us.

We took what white people threw away

and turned it into something great.

Greens, chitlins'...

Chitlins' are great?!

Have you ever smelled them cooked?

Girl, please. That smell is
the struggle burning off.

Which ones are the chitlins'?

Oh, I actually got put out
of my apartment

the last time I cooked them,
so I did not bring any.

Is that something to be proud of or...

Yes. I swear, I don't know
how we grew up in the same house

and you turned out so bougie.

My mom was triggered by this word.

A tea party?

You are so bougie.

Ballet?

You are so bougie.

A bank account? You're so bougie.

Fine, you win.

You want to help Rainbow, have at it.

Oh, I forgot the Solo cola.

It's for women who live alone.

Don't give her Solo cola!

While I was dealing with
my own black culture clash,

Johan was dealing with
a mixed one of his own...

when something you like from one culture

isn't respected by the other.

Hey, Johan.

Uh, what's with the outfit?

It's my favorite hockey team.

Do you guys want to come over
and watch the game today?

Thanks, but, you know,
hockey's a white sport, fool.

Call us when you're watching
hoops, though, all right?

See you later.

Hey, there he is!

Johan, you should sit
in the same place you sat

last time we won.

Don't want to jinx anything.

Where's your shirt?

You always wear the same thing
you wore during the last win.

You remember what you were drinking?

I think it was orange juice, right?

Left hand, no straw.

I don't want to watch hockey.

What?! But you're our good luck charm!

He is such a disappointment.

Which one?

What if you just sit
in your good luck seat?

You don't even have to watch.

You can sleep, read a book,
play with your bellybutton...

Can I go to my room?

Ah, Johan...

Sure, buddy, you can sit this one out.

Still 80 games left.

I didn't think I could be
more ashamed of you.

This kind of sissy fathering

is why Russia is winning the Cold War.

But he doesn't want to.

A father's job is to make
his children do things

whether they want to or not.

You think you liked hockey
when you first saw it?

Hey, Johan! Hey, buddy.

Why don't you just hang with us
for 10 minutes?

And if you still hate it, you can leave.

This is so [bleep].

That's the hockey spirit.

- Ooh!
- Ooh!

- Hit him in the brain!
- Yeah!

- Yeah!
- See?

- I knew you loved hockey!
- Whoo-hoo!

Oh, hey, babe.

I just have to grab my lucky puck.

And I already folded those,
so you don't have to.

I don't know who Denise thinks she is.

Oh. W-What happened?

Also, that's not really how I do it...

I swear, dealing with her

is the hardest thing I've ever
had to do besides giving birth.

Well, that wasn't hard.

You and I played "go fish"
while you were in labor.

I know, I just say it was hard
so other moms don't hate me.

Oh. Well, you know what?

You've given me
three beautiful children.

Let me help with that.

No, baby, I've got it.

Do you know what it's like

to try and get your sister's
approval your whole life?

If she wasn't embarrassed
by the way I dressed,

then she thought the things
I liked were weird.

And of course, I was never black enough.

Well, have you ever thought of
telling her some of this stuff?

Uh, you know, maybe somewhere
else, away from this laundry?

- Paul.
- I'm serious, though.

Big sister or not,
you never stand up to her.

It's not worth the drama.

Yeah, but, babe, you and I both know

she's not the queen of blackness.

So, if you don't finish helping
Rainbow with her project,

then she's just gonna learn
Denise's version of her culture.

Well, it is great to see
everyone has their poster boards

filled with life and culture,

but most importantly,
wall-covering artwork.

Let's start hanging them, huh?

Ms. Collins, could I have an extension?

No. You don't need an extension.

Literally whatever you have
on that thing is fine.

Well, would it be okay
if I didn't hang mine?

Again, we're just trying to put stuff up

that your parents can look at

so they don't question my lesson plan.

- I'll have it done by tonight.
- Yes, you will.

Oh! Pizza! Italy!

Yum!

Even if no one else cared,

I wanted to find out what I was,

and then show off both sides
of my culture

so no one would ask me again.

Hey, buddy, after back-to-school night,

we're gonna watch the game.

"All About Me."

Johan Johnson.

What's your favorite food? Bubble gum.

Hmm.

Where were you born?
The birthing bucket.

What's your favorite sport?

Huh.

- Oh.
- Hey, buddy.

Oh, I'm not done yet...

Oh, no, it's great.
What happened to hockey?

Uh... well, I changed it.

But we're a hockey family.

You guys are, but I don't like it.

But you liked it the other day.

No, you made me watch it!

Stop trying to make me
like everything that you like!

Johan.

Do you need my belt?

Hey, baby.

Ready to go show off your project?

Actually, I'm feeling a little sick.

Maybe we should stay home instead.

I got to see my niece school
these white people on blackness.

I left a date to come.

Come on, let's see your project.

Why do we have to go?

I mean, a school's a school, right?

There's a water fountain. A garbage can.

Something our janitor calls asbestos.

Girl, let me see your project.

Come on, Rainbow.

Don't be shy. Let's go.

Why did you take off everything
on your black side?

Because I didn't know what to do.

You guys wouldn't stop arguing.

See? Alicia, this is your fault.

You just had to speak on something

you know nothing about.

What I know nothing about?

Who made you the queen
of all things black?

Your mother.

You already saw this part, so...

...you like wearing
these old potato sacks?

Let me hook you up.

Excuse me for wanting
to broaden her perspective.

And excuse me for wanting
to whoop your barely black ass.

Oh!

Oops, you saw this part, too.

- Oh, I'm... I'm not white, right?
- Ooh, you're not even white.

Because at least white people

aren't ashamed of where they come from.

Stop!

Do you have any idea
how happy I was to do this?

To finally be able to show off
both sides of who I am?

All you had to do was help me
fill out half of what I am.

But you guys couldn't even do that.

Can I use your phone?

I want to call to see if my date
is still at the restaurant.

Can I have the number for Red Lobster?

Hey, little man.

I've been thinking,
and I owe you an apology.

You were right.

I shouldn't have forced hockey onto you.

It's just that some
of my favorite memories

are watching the game with my dad.

But I didn't think about
how you're different than me,

so you're gonna like different things.

But I like hockey.

You do? Oh, Johan.

They say that girls are harder to raise,

but you are by far
my most confusing kid.

No, it's just...

my friends, they...

Well...

They said it's a white sport
and that I should like hoops.

Oh.

I see.

Well, it's one thing
if you don't like something.

But I don't think you should
let other people

tell you what you can and can't like.

Those are your decisions to make.

So I can like hockey and hoops?

Of course.

But do you even know
what sport "hoops" is?

No. But it's black, right?

Maybe, but tell you what...

if you want to learn about hoops,

maybe we can do it together.

And if we like it, we can become
a hoops and hockey family.

Even Granddad?

Uh...

we'll work on him.

Thanks, Dad.

Get in here.

Doesn't it smell good?

Smells like dirt.

How's Rainbow?

She's in her room.

She doesn't want to talk about it.

I don't know what happened.

We grew up snapping peas with
Grandmama, jumping Double Dutch.

How'd we get so different?

Can I be honest
without you yelling at me?

Probably not.

I loved all the stuff we did growing up,

but I loved other stuff, too.

I just didn't tell you

because you always made me
feel weird for liking it.

That's it. Get them hands up.

What? I'm not gonna fight you.

Too bad. You know I'm not good
with emotion!

Denise, come on.

Just talk to me.

It hurt bad when you ran away.

I wasn't running away,

I was running to the man who loved me.

I was running to my life.

A life that didn't even include me.

Why do you even care?

My life is not black enough
for you anyway.

Because I missed you.

Honestly, I don't care what you eat

or where you think you're from.

I just wanted to agree on something

to do it with my sister.

What?

You missed me?

That's so bougie.

- Okay, we fighting for real now.
- I missed you, too.

Oh, I missed you.

Hmm.

Mwah!

What is that?

Uh, a swan with green beans
and a chicken to go.

Oh.

I'll completely understand
if you're mad at us.

We know we acted a damn fool.

- But we want to make up for it.
- Mm-hmm.

Mom and Aunt Dee-Dee explained

that even though their ideas of
black culture were different,

they were both just trying
to give me pride in myself.

Do you think we can finish my board now?

Of course.

And then after, I can show you

how I school your aunt in Double Dutch.

Ha ha! You wish.

Gir... Girl.

- Girl?
- She tries.

That day, I learned that culture

is the shared experiences
that bring us together.

The things we pass down in a family

that make us who we are...

But those things can grow and change

just like a family grows and changes...

I gotta say, I kind of like
this Larry Bird guy.

And when it came to my black side,

I learned I was looking at it
the wrong way.

There isn't one path.

We all make our own,

defining culture for ourselves.

I was looking for a flag,

but it's an evolving tapestry
woven in real time

by each and every member
of the community

and by each and every member
of our families.

So, while we might not have a flag,

what we do have is a beautiful quilt.

It's easy. Just jump in.

- That's it?
- No, it's stupid hard.

Come on, baby.

Go, baby, go!

Jump, jump, jump, jump!

How are you doing that?

Get it, get it, get it,
get it, get it, baby!

Great, we just let white people
steal something else.

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