But in 2017 America, my particular jambalaya of “features” frequently has me mistaken for Ethiopian. Trinidadian. Colombian. African American. It depends on which city I’m in, what I am wearing and, more often than not, who is doing the asking.
I am Indian American, and it’s 2017. But I still get asked ‘What are you?’
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I particularly liked this turn of phrase.