I remember feeling angry, embarrassed, and helpless on the bus ride home. I remember thinking that something was not right with how my white elementary school peers were singing nursery-like songs about Chinese and Japanese people while using their fingers to make their eyes slanted. But being 10, I didn’t have the words to describe how I was feeling. I couldn’t even place a finger on WHAT exactly I was feeling. So I never said anything. Instead I just laughed along.

The Asian-American experience is made up of racism, stereotypes, and microaggressions that manifest in subtle but everyday ways. From…

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