Telling someone that I am half-Indian always guarantees an interesting response. It often takes some clarification: “yes, from India”, “yes, my father is actually Indian, as in brown coloured skin”, and “I couldn’t tell you why my genetics are like … Continue reading
The other night my son and I were wandering around the mall after seeing a movie. Nothing in the food court appealed to us, so we tried the pub across the way. Unfortunately, my son, though we only wanted food, … Continue reading
A little while ago at work, as an “ice-breaking exercise”, I was asked to pick any three people from history who I would invite to a party. Seems innocuous enough right? Ok, now here’s another piece of information: I’m Chinese … Continue reading
If you’re a racial minority of any sort, you’re probably groaning right now. You might even be remembering a circumstance in the past when these things were said to you. You also probably remember a time you tried to explain … Continue reading
This isn’t so much a story, but a mentality. It’s an account of how I, like many others, have to be aware of racist stereotypes in our everyday lives. It’s a minor example, but it’s a small instance of how … Continue reading