What I learned from my racist run-in (illustrated)
Anisa Mercedes Rawhani

For me, I was trained at an early age to take the abuse. My parents never defended me. Bullies would surround me, an intimidating situation where my very life was at stake, if not my everyday well-being at school. So by the time I was a grown-up, I usually chose to let the racial stuff slide, cutting people a lot of slack. It’s reflexive. But yeah, my first response is absolute shock that any human being could be so thoughtless and cruel to another human being, and there I stay, drawing a blank. To this day, I have a hard time standing up for myself. Not others, though. Because I know what it’s like to have no one have my back.

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