When people saw me with my mom, they either looked on in confusion or in admiration. Confusion because seeing a black-haired, almond-eyed Chinese girl in the southern suburbs of Minnesota was rare and seeing one with a white woman was probably more so. Or admiration because they pieced together that I was adopted. Sure I was foreign, but I belonged because I belonged to her.

White privilege is at the forefront of many people’s minds as our country reckons with its systemic and institutional racism. Like many others, I’ve been doing a lot of self reflection and have come to…

Rachel Priest

I’m a freelance journalist with a passion for a good story, coffee, and traveling.

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