Fear as an immigrant in America

I’ve been living in America for about 2 years now. Living here, I have always felt this great sense of security and liberalism. I strongly believe, SF is one of the few places in the world where everyone is welcome irrespective of their race, religion, gender, sexuality, fetishes; there’s a little corner for everyone and everything…

The past three months however, have been difficult. I am currently sitting, comfortably at my desk writing this article. But what I can’t stop thinking about is this false sense of security I have. I’m like an ostrich hiding my head hoping nobody will see me. Everyday I feel like I’m walking on hot coals. I avoid making eye contact with people on the street now because I fear.

I fear the fear in their eyes when they see me.

Doing groceries makes me uncomfortable. I try and keep a low profile at bars and restaurants, making sure I don’t laugh too loud or even look at anyone because I fear some sort of retaliation.

After reading this article today, I’m shaken to the core. A long few years await us.

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