The Atlanta Shootings Made Me Stop Gaslighting Myself
My unarticulated suspicions about Asian women being objectified, dehumanized targets have been confirmed.
"After 14 years in the US, I have learned to be vigilantly hyperaware of
my skin. Racism most of the time rubs more like a rash than a gash.
Sometimes it’s hard not to feel like I’m whining. I am, after all,
ensconced in my own kind of privileged position. I can be read at the
outset as a kind of bougie cosmopolitan academic—from Singapore, just
exotic enough."
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