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In and in western Pennsylvania, we all had experienced racism and disrespect on that level except our white player. He quit the team.

I was in high school and my brothers were in elementary school. We were riding the school bus in the morning to school. He had thought that my Sikh brothers and I were Muslim. I am a black woman of biracial ancestry. My mother is a white Jewish woman and my father is black. My facial characteristics are racially ambiguous, and I am often misidentified as Latina, specifically Puerto Rican, Dominican or Cuban. Several months ago, at a gas station in Jacksonville, Fla.

My family suffered at the hands of plantation owners in Hawaii and during the internment camps of World War II. Even when our countrymen thought of us as traitors, we fought for them in the nd. Seeing the president and his apologists share this idiocy is infuriating and hurtful. I envisioned college as a place where people were past making racist remarks, but it only confirmed to me that society still saw Asians as perpetual foreigners. To be honest, at the time I was still a green card holder, but I had spent my entire childhood in the U.

I was walking my two boys out of their middle school. She was driving with her mother and was barely 13 years old. I was dumbfounded and surprised. There was hate in her and her voice and expression. This was right after Trump got elected.

I felt hurt, as this was the first time I was confronted with racism in my face. I am the U. He is a naturalized U. It was devastating. It took my breath away to see such hatred directed at a child, to know the intent was for my sixth grader to see that message when he opened the door to go to school.

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I posted a picture of the sign on a local Facebook page, and this spurred an outpouring of support. I had a new employee whom I was instructed to train in where I was employed in Kansas. He was from the South and I am originally from California. This was after Trump was elected and he was bragging about being a Trump fan.

Manual Afraid - Book 07 - Youve Got A Friend

I never talk politics at work so I let his comments go. It was very unnerving trying to train someone whose viewpoint was that I was an unwelcome immigrant from California. I reminded her that protests against the Vietnam War helped end it sooner and saved American and Vietnamese lives. If not, you should go back, too! I was told to go back one beautiful, sunny afternoon in Brooklyn.

When I turned back and looked at the deliverer of the message, she looked at me directly and repeated it. From my experience here in Tennessee, I have learned that I am no longer allowed to wear my head scarf in public because of constant harassment and physical assault. I used to work in West Town Mall at a local phone store, and I was harassed and followed to my car multiple times by racist people telling me to go back to my country.

And it has affected my mental health as well. This happened a couple of years after Sept. She then said our granddaughter should have burned in the towers instead of Americans.

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I was blind with rage, but my husband remained calm, as it appeared our granddaughter was unaware of what the woman was saying and that it was directed at the two of them. This woman did not see me, as I was behind them. One day, on a crowded subway train in New York City, an older couple wanted to get on the extremely crowded train car that I was in.

They asked me a visibly Muslim woman wearing a hijab to move over, although there was no room for me to do that. Go back to where you came from. I felt offended about the assumption of where I am from, and totally taken aback by the fact that they felt they had more of a right to take up space than someone else did, no matter where I was from.

Although others nearby heard what they said, no one spoke up and I felt incredibly vulnerable. The day the lockdown broke in Boston after the marathon bombing, I went with a friend who happens to be East Indian to celebrate and breathe easier at a bar in Boston.

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An older white man who stood behind us was muttering insults somewhat under his breath. I am Filipina-American, born in San Diego. My father served in the Navy. Say it again! Say it again because everyone in this room is going to hear you now. I was shaking and afraid. The room buzz went down, then back up again.

Soon, the manager of the bar, a white woman, came out and asked me to wait in the back room. The bartender, a black male who had witnessed the incident and knew the man taunting us, came back as well. I explained what happened and she offered to give us a gift certificate or to comp our dinner. I was appalled. I did not want a free meal, nor did I want to be pulled aside for my calling a bigot out. I left feeling imprisoned in my skin in my home country — a born citizen who will never truly belong.

I was born in the States but raised mostly in South Korea until I moved here in the early s. About five years ago, I sat next to an elderly man on a bench in the subway. When I finally realized he was speaking to me or about me , I immediately felt afraid.

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I did not want to engage him, so I stood up and began walking away. Go back to your [expletive] country! No one said a thing. I waited for my train burning in shame, thinking about all the things I could have said to him. I am a physician.


I worked on a patient in serious condition. In the morning, he was much improved and woke up. The first thing he said when he woke up was that he wanted a white physician and I should go back to my country expletives excluded. Be thankful. I knew I saved his life and that was important to me, not his prejudice. One day at summer camp, a bully who pretty much did whatever he wanted at camp was bullying a little girl over her ice cream.

I felt isolated, alone and scared because the bully was now moving toward me and I was surrounded by other kids who were his friends, and I was now going to be the recipient of his wrath. Luckily for me, camp counselors saw what was about to transpire and broke up the confrontation.

In my first year as a firefighter, I was the only person of Hispanic heritage in the department. One person asked if I was an affirmative-action hire. The thought that I had gone through the testing process and passed on my own merit was more than they could comprehend. Those same feelings I felt as a year-old boy came rushing back. Again I felt isolated and alone, but the counselors were not there to save me. As the first-generation daughter of Vietnamese refugees, throughout my entire life I have been told to go back to where I came from.

Every single time, those words wound me to my core. My parents fought and sacrificed endlessly to scratch out a life of opportunities for my sisters and me. Just because my eyes are slanted does not mean I am any less deserving of being here. Just because I am a woman of two languages and two cultures does not mean I am any less American. Just because I see the flaws in our government does not mean I am not patriotic. In fact, all those things make me inherently more American.