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How I Deal With Racism in Australia

And how I teach my son to raise the bar.

Me. Doing whatever I want.

When people learn that I’m married to a White Australian, I notice I’m extended more friendliness and acceptance probably, because I appear to have moved a few inches closer to the White tribe.

I don’t know.




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