I grew up in the west and was raised in a muslim family. Like all the muslim kids who went to predominantly white schools after 9/11, I got bullied. Throughout my childhood and adolescence, I dealt with all of it : the racism, the islamophobia, the ignorance, the “not even water”, the innocent questions that still managed to make you feel like an animal in the zoo. But still I never felt ashamed of being muslim. I knew my family would have my back. I defended my religion aggressively, making those who dared question me on it feel stupid for asking. I would make fun of their ignorance like they made fun of my difference.
Sincere Thoughts About Dear White America: A Letter To a New Minority
White people of America, someone from y’all’s team would like to have a word with you. Since I’ve now had the pleasure of reading…