As a former broadcaster, I was trained to correctly pronounce words in many more. To me, it's flattering. Actually, my reaction to most of these misidentifications also includes a feeling of incompleteness. I wish I could be everything that others would like me to be, but it's usually not a matter of choice. Not meeting the expectations of others, even in matters of race, ethnicity, religion, or politics feels awfully like failure or inadequacy under the best of circumstances.
History is filled with the horrors produced by the worst of circumstances.
Categorizing people inevitably leads to somebody being excluded. The curious inability to fit each of us neatly into categories seems ever to confound some people. Once, the foreman of a jury came up to me after the end of a trail where the result had been favorable to my client. I thanked him for his attentiveness and for his service to the judicial system. You have such an unusual appearance and such a unique way of speaking.