When I question how I could have both been helped and hurt by white privilege, it is the same type of reflection that I must conduct when I think about the ways in which I have both gained and lost so much through my adoption. The ability to not think in simple polarities has shaped and defined my maturation and has been a liberating discovery.
Racial Whiplash – noun ra·cial whip·lash | \ ˈrā-shəl \ ˈ(h)wip-ˌlash Definition of racial whiplash 1 : psychological injury or confusion resulting from the sudden, sharp whipping back and forth of receiving contradicting racial microaggressions (commonly in […]
Behind the Dragon Gate: Environmental Injustice in Chinatowns Vibrant shades of red, bold calligraphy, the pungent smells of durian fruit or fresh fish, and the inextricable feeling of being in […]
Some time ago I was watching Rodger and Hammerstein’s Cinderella with a couple of friends along with one friend’s nine-year-old cousin. Within the first thirty minutes of the movie, the little blonde girl plainly […]
When I was young and I would get into arguments with my mom, I would oftentimes shout out, “You don’t love me!” Of course, I knew this wasn’t true. My mother […]
This weekend, I chaperoned a middle school retreat in honor of Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Though my own middle school years aren’t that far behind me, I seemed to […]