A running joke among Iranians is that we can pass for a lot of ethnic groups.
Unfortunately, I’m not enough of an anthropologist to make a definitive conclusion about how or why, but I don’t think I’m too far off in saying that it’s in part due to Iran’s location. During the Silk Road era, many tribes, nations, ethnic groups, conquerors, marauders, bandits, merchants, etc. crisscrossed the Iranian plateau. Their genes, as usually happens when, over several centuries, people interact and cross paths in the same locations, inevitably intermingled with those of the natives. And thus the present day plight of Iranians being able to blend in, without being noticed as Iranians, was born.
My brother, Jacob, was no exception. In fact, out of my two siblings and I, he looks the most Iranian–he even tattooed his name in Farsi on his arm. Once, right after the ink had settled, I told him they messed up his middle name–they hadn’t, but a little brother has to do what he has to do.
I looked up (and still do) to my brother, especially on the soccer field. Four years my senior, he had all the skills and presence I wanted to mirror. He was a true leader on the pitch.
His skills were so great that some kids from other schools couldn’t believe he was simply an American. He had to be from somewhere else.
“The only reason why Bardstown is any good is because they have that Italian exchange student,” one student from a neighboring county said.
“Umm…what,” the older sister of one of my brother’s friends said. She had been hanging out with some of her friends from that school.
“Yeah, that Italian kid. He dominates the games. That’s why they are good.”
“There aren’t any Italians on the team. I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“That guy, who plays midfield, darker skin, kind of curly black hair, dark eyes. He’s got to be Italian.”
“Are you talking about Jacob?”
“Yeah, I think that’s him, #19?”
“Yeah, you’re definitely talking about Jacob. He’s not an exchange student and he’s not Italian. He’s one of my brother’s friends, born and raised in Bardstown.”
“Well, he looks Italian!”
(I’ve probably gotten some of the details wrong, so if anyone is reading this knows the exact interaction, please let me know.)