Every news story he comes across, every person that shares my ethnicity - he mentions without fail. One time that sticks out to me was when I was telling him about my recent trip to Japan and instead of commenting or asking more about it, the first thing that came out of his mouth was something like "You know, another nice country to travel to at the moment is [insert country of my ethnic heritage]". That was the last straw and I stopped initiating conversations with him since then.

So I work at a Restaurant as a hostess and we don’t have a dress code just look presentable so yesterday on Halloween I wore a yellow dress and had a white apron on. So I go through the day and one of my non black coworkers asked me if I was dressed as a slave or princess Tiana because of my outfit

A couple months ago I made a post about racism against blacks and how it has made it's way to the middle east. Nowadays people greet each other with racial slurs, disrespect and bad mouthing. Wherever you are, work, hospitals, malls, supermarkets and gyms there will always be people doing that... It's overwhelming.

At this point I realized that has nothing to do with being black but the overuse of racial insults drives me insane and watching society go to shit upsets me while everyone else does not care... I do my best not be part of this garbage society, nearly everyone I know has turned to garbage, it's a last man standing kind of thing, only one person I know hasn't been disrespectful yet.

Out of few conflicts I had, in response to their racism, today I had a physical interaction because my family was involved. I can ignore them when I'm alone. Luckily the other person yielded so I did not need to hurt them.

How do you handle things like that? What the fuck is wrong with people? I don't want be part of this garbage society. I can take things when I am alone, but being in a demoralized environment like this makes me distant from my family to stay out of conflict, I don't want to hurt people, it's bad and there are consequences, and If I Ignore that and let it happen then what am I to my family?

How do you handle this?

I am hispanic (PR) BIPOC. Someone I love made a joke and doesn’t understand why it is racist. Being upset, I’m having difficultly explaining WHY it is racist and I could use some help. I understand as a BIPOC it is not my responsibility to educate white people about anti-racism, but this particular scenario is important for me to convey why it was so painful for him to say this, especially to me.

Me: Have you seen that they can attach leaf blowers to robot dogs and program them to clean up the yard?

Him: And all Mexicans in the land fear for their jobs.

hi! i’m white and so is the friend in this story. (lmk if this isn’t the right place for me!)

i know this isn’t a big deal, but i wanted to get it off my chest because it was pissing me off.

today my friend (trans liberal from california) said that he “headcannons” his cat as a “poc woman”. this was after listing a bunch of personality traits that he also assigned the cat (specifically that she would sit outside on a porch chain smoking). without thinking, i went “oh that’s not…” and he got really upset and asked the one woman of color in our group what she thought. i love this friend, but this is a pattern that i’ve observed a few times now - he also has an oc who was killed by the police, and prefaces almost every sentence with “this isn’t supposed to be racist/classist/etc but…” also today i learned that he doesn’t know what apartheid was, and i feel like if you think you know enough about race to headcannon your cat as a woman of color, you should at least know some basic history.

anyway. that’s my rant.

I'm a bit of a mixed person genetically. I have German ancestry so I have a very German surname and my father gave me a German first name It's spelled Börries. The issue comes my mother is Puerto Rican and my father mother is Puerto Rican too. So my appearance is more Spanish. I have tan skin, curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. All my life I've dealt with this dilemma where people think I'm lying, or they think I've stolen someone's identity etc. And today I was returning an item at a store. I lost my receipt but it was an unopened item. The guy asked for my ID I gave it to him and basically started interrogating me. Like what my name and last name was even though clearly shows on my driver license.

He goes as far and says to me that "I don't look like that would be my name, that I thought you'd have a more spanish name" and after that exchange he approves my return and I leave the store with my gift card but I'm fumming in the car ride back home. It's just annoying I deal with this so much and It's not fair it what makes me hate even having spanish/Puerto Rican genetics.. it just feels like a curse tbh anyone else has this issue? 😔

(Keep in mind I just started this warehouse job on Monday this week. So I’m fairly new. The job is out in the sticks in a very very small town in Ohio which I just moved to)

“So my boss says we call these skinny Ethiopians”

Seeing how I’m Ethiopian this left me for shock before I could even process what he said the moment was gone and I was back to stacking boxes.

The work environment is a little weird and was throwing me off already

it’s only 9 people in the warehouse division and they all seem to be close

And before that The guy who’s supposed to be training me did some racist ass Asian impression as a joke but the shit wasn’t funny lol

But I was getting more pissed as the day went I don’t know what to do

For context this weekend it was a liberation day event in the city I live in.

I myself like to help people if I think they need help. In this case there was this beautiful Muslim lady and I had already began walking faster to ask her if I could help her with her groceries.

Before I could ask there was a white dude that loudly said "your race should be shot".

We both stopped because of shock. The dude just walked off. I quickly asked her if I could help carry things and continoud to talk to her and assure her that her faith is beautiful and some people are just assholes.

Once I said goodbye and simontainiously came home I full on cried because that man made that comment to a absolutely lovely human being that was just going around her day. I've experienced racism in my country, but this was next level.

I'm sorry I just had to share my story. I don't know what to expect or anything, but I wish you all an absolutely lovely day <3

Unconscious Bias: Accents can be unconsciously associated with lower authority or expertise, which leads to non-native speakers being overlooked for visible roles, even if they’re highly qualified. Any books or studies on this topic?

Have you noticed in certain workplaces that foreigners seem to need much higher qualifications than locals to get the same roles? In my firm, it feels like locals with less experience and lower degrees are hired, while someone with an accent or foreign background wouldn’t have the same chance with equal qualifications. Anyone else seen this, or know why it might happen?

Watching Anne with an E and now they’re bringing up the fact that, back in the day, many thought Native Americans were savage (everybody act surprised! :0). And this has sent me into a bit of a spiral into how I legit don’t understand the underlying belief behind racism. You know how you can logically understand something but not emotionally? That’s me rn.

Like, logically, I understand that racism is like “oh, this group of ppl are subhumans and must conform to etc…” BUT I JUST DONT GET IT U KNOW??? My brain just keeps going back to “but they’re literally people!” And I know I don’t HAVE to get it, I don’t want to walk in these people’s shoes. I just want to understand how they walk in their shoes so I can move on. My whole life I’ve usually been able to vaguely understand where people are coming from, but trying to understand racists just confounds me the way no other perspective has.

It’s not like I haven’t had this spiral before. I only started having these when I moved to mainland USA. I had been surrounded by nothing but minorities until I moved here and met racist people. And I’m just SO CONFUSED. I need this explained to me in the deepest possible level you can go. In fact, if any former racists see this, I need you to tell me everything about your prior thinking. I just…I can’t get over it. I’ve gone to the goddamn LIBRARY to find a book on the psychology of racism. No luck tho, the librarian looked at me like I was crazy. IM NOT CRAZY UR CRAZY!!!

I JUST NEED TO KNOW. I SEEK KNOWLEDGE, I SEEK UNDERSTANDING, I SEEK GENERAL KNOWING.

I moved out to a more rural country area a month ago that's about an hour drive from the city. The demographic is Caucasian mostly, and I was at this track walking next to my house the kids like to ride their bikes and these seven-year-olds I think rode by and screamed.Run n... n.. run n... to me on the track And I was so shocked and hurt that I was experiencing the racism I literally read about in my textbook, I grew up in the city and things were diffrent we didn't have that problem where I'm from. What are you suppose to do in this situation.

Almost every day I have basketball practice and two of these girls would make fun of my afro, making fun of the way it moves in the wind/take photos of me off guard to make fun of me behind my back/ poking my afro while laughing/ and would always tell me to straighten my hair/ or when I would let my natural curls out they'd make fun of it saying how it looks funky and how the curl cream smells weird (it literally smelt like fruits..). On my first day of practice I came with my hair straightened and they thought it was my natural hair and complimented it but the second I let my afro/curls out, they switched up

I am a Black man (26 M), and I’ve been close friends with two guys, one white (28 M) and one Middle Eastern (28 M), since I was 16. These two are part of the main group I usually hang out with. Four months ago, we played D&D together along with two other guys, former school friends whom I hadn’t seen in almost five years. I had drifted from these two due to life changes, and honestly, I remembered them being a bit weird when it came to their views on minorities and queer people, but I brushed it off back then.

So, I was surprised when they joined us for D&D after all this time. Right off the bat, things went south: one of them used the n-word behind a door as soon as he heard I was also there. I felt shock and confusion, so much so that I didn’t even stand up for myself. Then, when they walked in, the other guy made tasteless, racist comments about me being a criminal and suggested I should play a rogue because I’m Black.

They didn’t just target me—they made offensive remarks about my Middle Eastern friend too. He didn’t seem to take it personally, but I felt completely thrown off. I left quietly afterward, not knowing how to process everything. Later, I talked to the friend who had invited them, hoping he’d understand how hurtful it had been. He acknowledged that it was upsetting but casually added that I should have stood up for myself, as if it was on me to handle it alone.

After that experience, I couldn’t bring myself to join another D&D session with them. But what stings the most is that my two friends continued playing with those guys, carrying on as though nothing had happened.

Maybe I should’ve confronted those two guys, but it’s painful to realize that my friends—the people I considered like brothers—still choose to spend time with them after what I went through. I feel betrayed, yet I’m torn because we’ve been close for a decade. Cutting ties feels drastic, especially as I find it hard to make new friends.

What would you do in my position? Would it be fair to step back from these friendships?

I need to share my experience because I'm fed up. I'm a French man of mixed African descent, and living in certain neighborhoods in France has made me feel like a second-class citizen. I work long hours-waking up at 6 a.m. to take the train from Rouen to Paris, only to get home around 7 p.m. Most days, I'm too drained to do much else. Today, after another exhausting commute, I stopped by my local supermarket to grab some food. I've shopped there many times, but today was different. The security guard, seeing me—a brown guy with a work bag-decided to approach me and insisted I leave my bag at the front desk. This has never happened to me before. I've gone in with that same bag countless times without issue. I was too tired to argue; after four hours of traveling each day, just wanted to grab something to eat and go home. I complied, but I could feel the guard's eyes on me as l moved through the store, like I was being watched for any reason to be called out. As I headed to the cash register, I encountered an older woman—let's call her Karen-who had left a pack of water bottles to "reserve" her spot in line. In my rush, I accidentally skipped over them. That's when she decided to unleash her anger on me. Instead of politely pointing it out, she started shouting insults, treating me like I was the problem. The way she looked at me made it clear-she didn't see a tired man just trying to get home; she saw a threat. The security guard rushed over, reinforcing that perception. Instead of diffusing the situation, he asked me to move to another register, effectively treating me like the troublemaker. This isn't an isolated incident. I've walked into stores in the city center of Rouen with that same bag, and nobody said a word. But here, in this neighborhood, it feels different—more hostile. It's as if my existence makes them uncomfortable. I'm exhausted-not just from work and commuting, but from dealing with this constant barrage of prejudice. I don't want to cause trouble or make a scene, but I'm so tired of being treated like a criminal simply for existing. I'm done with that supermarket. France prides itself on being a nation of equality, but in places like this, it fe like those values are reserved for a select few. It's disheartening to realize that, in some neighborhoods, I'll always be seen as a second-class citizen.

Hi guys I just joined this page but I am dead ass serious about this rn. I’m korean and I moved to canada bc when I was 11. And in middle school, i remember encountering racism at school multiple times. I talked to the counselor like two to three times but she never took any kind of action even though she said she would. And on the last time I talked to her after encountering racism, she said I am so sensitive hahaha. And there were so many racism I faced but most importantly, I never felt safe from those in school. And this is very important to me because after facing racism and the counselor not taking any action, even when I dont face any racism I would always feel insecured and intimidated in public, even when Im just walking outside. And this just changed my whole life because after having low esteem I felt like i cannot do anything, i felt like i should hide my korean identity, i would feel insecured if my korean accent will stand out when im talking, i would feel anxious that all my actuons even just walking would look weird to ppl. I was so stupid….. and this made me to lose my personality, what I like, and my seven years of precious teenage life. I thought about my elementary school life back in korea everyday since i moved here, until now.

And now I really want to change and I want to get those racism problems i encountered straight. So I was thinking of sending an email to the middle school i went to, describe racisms i encountered but I dont know what exactly I should say to them to make myself at least somewhat satisfied from what I encountered and had to go through. I want them to feel very very sorry and i want the counselor to lose her job forever but I dont even know if she is still working there haha. And I want the school to educate students about racism regularly and actually confirm to me what they taught. And I wish I could get any help or support from it . Idk.. my life is just ruined after i moved to canada and idk if any change could make me feel better haha…

But if there are any ideas you have, also if you guys know of any organization that provides support on racism that would be so helpful.

Hi. My sister saw a t-shirt on Facebook she said she really liked so I got it for her. It’s George Jefferson with the words “shut up honky!”

We grew up watching the Jeffersons and Sherman Hensley is a great actor.

We both don’t mind if honkys get told to shut up. But My sister doesn’t know if it’s offensive for a middle aged white lady to wear the shirt.

We’d both appreciate some education and feedback if someone has a few minutes and doesn’t mind. Thank you.

Brace yourselves, a depressing long life story...

I was born in Saudi, I'm Lebanese, father got the citizenship by lottery in the 80s, as a result I'm a Saudi citizen, which is quite rare for non-Saudi origin person to have one.

Due to the never ending conflicts in the Middle East, Lebanese have earned a bad reputation in Saudi, and due to tribalism and religious extremism in the past 30 years plus the fact that Lebanese are the only Arabs to be very diverse in religions I have faced many challenges growing up in KSA. The past decade is significantly better and very progressive.. I don't think that most people living outside KSA are aware of the major changes in a very short period, the media isn't covering it enough.

I changed schools five times, the schools I was in were religious Islamic schools, no math/science/english etc.
There were no alternatives other than very expensive elite ones according to my parents which I'm not sure if they're telling the truth, you will read why later.

I had to sit in an isolation room during recess from the constant harassment and physical assaults by many students and teachers, thankfully the administrators were very understanding, but the students and teachers thought I was Shi'a Muslim which are vehemently hated at the time due to war and local media.
I'm originally a Druze which my parents always threatened me not to say the word to anyone as it's non Abrahamic, and it turned out later that it's actually better to say that instead of letting them guess the worst one, a sect.

For those that don't know the significance, you must be a Muslim to be a Saudi, generally. But it has to be the right sect, else it's a lot worse than having another religion. I wasn't even aware of what "Druze" even means until I left Saudi, I always thought we were non practicing Muslims or whatever and Druze meant a neighborhood.

It started from praying in the school mosque in grade two which I was forced to do as with everyone, I made a triangle shape with my hands on the carpet before I laid my head since the carpet was nasty, they thought Shi'a prayed like this which is not true, I was harassed and hit by 2 teachers, got expelled and one of them got fired. The next school two much older students tried to throw me from a 3rd floor window while chanting "mushrek" in the first month, so I had to leave immediately, the next had a stealing issue I couldn't leave my bag without it being thrown from a window into a gated residential area, as such I had to stay in classroom during recess and couldn't go to restrooms, the next one didn't have teachers attending the school most of the days, so I slept in classroom like everyone and so on.

The first school area I was in was extremely religious, they would knock down on everyone's house/apartment for Fajr prayer and harass you if you do not attend the local mosque, none of this is relevant now thankfully. We also used to pass a public beheading display on our way home from school, it wasn't that graphic from my memory as a child as it was confusing, no blood or whatsoever, I think they would be beheaded privately then put on display with everything covered. Bodies high and covered and heads on the floor. I'm mentioning this to give you an idea of how I felt like, always on the edge, most Saudis would voice their discomfort in the media until it was banned, but that is a different story. The rest of the city never had this form of extremism though so I got unlucky, I won't mention where for privacy and safety.

Fast forward, grade eight, my parents realized that my education is too poor (or the lack of) to attend any college or university, so my father had to stay in Saudi for his government job, and I was sent to Lebanon with my mother to complete high school, it was very difficult to catch up, especially with the French system education, I eventually passed with many private tutoring, studying math from scratch with only few years left, got called retarded by everyone behind back and patronized but thankfully zero harassment or confrontation, they treated me way too nice, only teachers believed the education gap, I managed to make a friend or talk to someone my age for the first time at ~15 years old.

The struggle to get there is my guess for why my parents won't help me which I will discuss later, they don't think I would be able to pass college, but that's just my guess.
My English was self-taught during primary and middle school from watching movies and my mothers help.

During my childhood in Saudi, I could never leave the apartment, no relatives or friends to talk to, no video games or internet allowed, I would play pretend to shoot a movie and act or re-enact scenes, during the 3-month summer vacation every year I stayed home watching the same movie on MBC channel being played almost everyday for a week for almost a decade. It was a huge culture shock going to my country of origin, Lebanon, and just talking with people or leave the house. It took me around five years to be comfortable and not constantly alert and anxious.
Following the economic crash in Lebanon, I had to go back to Saudi, but before I delve into that: in Lebanon I lived with my parents after high school confused of what to do after school other than looking for a job, there were no financial aid at the time and two affordable colleges shutdown many of their disciplines due to the crisis making it harder to apply, I thought I would use the money to study abroad or work anything.

My parents two story villa was on a mountain in the middle of nowhere, three hours drive from the city, potholes every 200 meters, and the wages are extremely low, I wouldn't be able to afford transportation without help, there is no public transport, you need a car, and fuel can take up the entire salary. Almost all of my classmates have left the country at this point including my distant siblings, they are all helped by their rather struggling parents. My parents and grandparents were also helped by their parents, but mine decided not to. My entire family tree from both sides are immigrants or migrants for most of their lives, yet they remind me to be grateful that I live with them despite not complaining...

My mother decided to stay and wait for the travel ban to lift, and I couldn't leave her alone there by going back to Saudi, it took around five years before we went back, it wouldn't have mattered anyway.
I managed to work remotely as a freelance software developer (no degree) successfully during that time, but I couldn't get paid, I used my fathers wiring account and other means which weren't practical and tax issues, banks didn't allow opening new accounts in Lebanon at the time due to recession, the next idea was to go back to Saudi and open an account there and go back to my mother since as I mentioned before she's living there alone and need helps considering my father is still working in Saudi. There was a travel ban a year pre-COVID so that made it impossible, travelling Saudi to Lebanon was banned not from, the ban has been active for five years as of this writing.

My mother didn't want to go back since she lived in KSA for 30 years without talking to anyone and that led her to be chronically depressed and hop between many medications, we lived in Saudi apartments, almost impossible to integrate, our apartment wasn't gender split to invite any Saudi (two living rooms male & female), and women weren't allowed to leave without a man back then let alone drive. My father was too lazy to drive us around after work or in the weekends, he would arrive home and watch TV till sleep, while not doing anything at work according to him, like most gov jobs in Saudi, his friends would check in then sleep at home.

I have an European citizenship inherited from my mother, which I knew about a bit too late and thought about leaving to English-speaking European Union country like Germany or Netherlands, but I had no money at that time. My parents stepped in to help with "promises" but they kept changing their mind just when I was about to leave to the said country after preparing for months. They're financially very comfortable and even managed to helped distant family siblings very generously while building a house from scratch in Lebanon while paying rent in Saudi etc... During the time I was asking for their help they dropped tens of $ on house decoration.
I eventually went back to Saudi with my mother when it went so bad (fuel shortage for a year), mid 20s at the time, I looked for jobs in Saudi, and I was rejected by many for something that is apparently illegal to do and no complaints helped.

The way it works is that most jobs are now on Saudization program applied online, which forces companies to go through a government middle-ware when applying to filter out non-Saudi applicants, it requires the Saudi ID and passport on every CV/letter submission, despite it being accepted and verified their replies was "We hire Saudis only", but of coarse I'm a Saudi... My guess is my name wasn't Saudi and thought I was a scam, despite getting green lit by the screening.

After years of struggle I eventually let loose, lived with my parents without looking for a job, no prospects or plans, working on side projects for portfolio and learning languages for that trip to Europe when I manage to save enough.

I'm very reluctant about looking for a minimum wage job and facing a recruiter face to face since everytime I go out to a public place, I get made fun of one out of four times, unlike my parents due to my young age, maybe.
This is my fault of coarse and my biggest weakness. I need advice & help on how to be stronger.

Not to mention that the minimum wage jobs tend to be full of tribalist and religious people, the same people I grew up with at school, while in middle class jobs Saudis tend to be tolerant and very progressive, not enough to make friends with though, some even discriminate Saudis from different cities but nowhere as close to Asians and some pan-Arabs. White people are very well respected, and western black, not Sudanese or Saudi black though.

Few examples from last year

• Went to a pharmacy, got asked why am I still here by the cashier, to give you context tons of Lebanese were laid off during that time, then he started making fun of my dialect while speaking in Syrian dialect.
• The other time I was in a bookstore and the same thing happened with a teenager, he called me effeminate in Syrian, for those who don't know some Arabic dialects sound very soft compared to Saudi. He didn't stop until I left the area.
• When I went to renew my Saudi ID, the entrance security kept asking me questions about how I happen to be a Saudi, then telling me I don't look Saudi enough since I wasn't wearing my costume properly which I was, and it's not even required to wear, but I did it beforehand since my father suggested doing so as he got harassed previously. Then the officer harassed me for sitting on the chair without permission while everyone sat without questions.
• My mother being told to cover her face in border stops in times when it's not obligatory anymore, especially for foreigner looking, he only did that after my father showed his Saudi ID, then he shamed him.
• Airport x-ray staff grabbing my stuff and tossing them in the bin like a Frisbee while maintaining eye contact. I could go on forever...

The point is I fear of working alongside certain people even if it's temporarily just to save and get away from the country, I feel like I would completely break down and kill myself, I don't want to experience my childhood again. My parents constantly call me a loser since the age of 7 and when I ask for help they never say no, they make excuses and make fun of me behind my back. My mother told me almost everyday in grade three that I will become a garbage man because I can't memorize religious scripts, I came from school beaten up, only to be beaten up at home for asking to rest. My parents ignored me completely until my teens when it got bloody coming from school.

Just to be clear I'm not shaming Saudis or anything, they're like a dichotomy, the nice ones are incredibly good people, my bus driver cleared the entire second front row for me when possible, I sat in the front, the school owner drove me to home in his car a day before the weekend, the principal made the entire school search for my pen back after it got lost and punished the student... from my perspective, older Saudis (40+) seemed much friendlier at the time.

It's not about my pride for not begging my parents them for help which could change my life, since my friends suggested me to do so, but it's a long story of abuse and mistrust growing up, my father has never spoken a single word to me for decades despite living under the same roof, he only mumbles and groans, and only to me. My mother sits in the middle and passes the word if I need something from him like a middle man.
Whenever I want to talk to him or ask for help regarding this, he increases the TV volume to max.

I think it's generational issue since my grandpa was very harsh on his kids even as adults, he burned the bridge with his family just after marriage. Both sides grandparents disowned me, one literally told me not to call him grandpa while being nice with my parents, I've got no one to ask for a little help.

I find it hard to talk to therapy, since last time I went to one here which took a lot of convincing from parents and only got one chance, I got told I'm not religious enough, I'm not praying enough which is to be expected.
When talking to online western therapists they often think that it's not possible by repeating the same questions every session because there are many foreigners that are happy here, they don't believe me.

Most foreigners and expatriates in Saudi are living in bordered compounds or communal living and special schools that teach education not just religion (known as international), the government bans Saudis from studying there due to mixed sex and lack of religious studies. They recently opened them to Saudis by switching to single sex and 3 hours of Quran per week or so I'm not sure. Not in my time though.

The non-Saudi Lebanese/others live in a bubble as a result, and venting to them or talking about it make it look like I'm a racist against Saudi, they do encounter events like these but very rarely since they aren't integrated like in my case, and they work in companies that are majority foreigners. The only time they bump into Saudis are malls and public places which are forgiving and tolerant.

Enough rant I guess, any advice is greatly appreciated, The Saudi subreddit has banned me and my post a year ago despite gaining upvotes and few helpful questions. I'm hoping an Asian living in Saudi to see this and provide some tips since I hear a lot of them face the same issues, and they're way more common than my type, they're usually Saudi father, Asian mother, Asian looking child.

Right now I'm thinking about moving to the east side of Saudi since they seem to be friendlier yet financially risky, go there get a job then leave the country to a less racist country I suppose. That would be another post for r/IWantOut.

Thank you for reading a tower of text :)

I’m half Nigerian, and recently two people in my class made fun of my name and African people in front of my face. They even asked me personal questions like if my dad or mom is Nigerian. It really hurt I thought they were my friends and they made fun of me and made me feel ashamed. I don’t know what to do to avoid it especially if we talk almost every class.

I’m an African American female and live in a state with a majority of Hispanics people have been told and warned of the racism. Also felt like I experienced it myself . I’m from the Midwest where I was only around black people . This makes me so uncomfortable sometimes I can feel the tension when I work with Hispanic people. Dated them before and the men were horrible to me..

You have all heard the idea that there is no racial inequality because “Asians are rich.”

But is that true? Those that say such things argue that everyone is equal when it comes to socio-economics whether you are: white, yellow, orange, red, brown, or black.

But the truth is that the socio-economic hierarchy is not Asian, followed by white, then black. It is white, Asian, and then black. Some Asians have a higher income - but the poverty rate is higher. You can even look at the list of the richest people in the world - and Asians are not on the list, white people make up that list.

Working in a place that is predominantly Hispanic, I get a lot of comments about my hair that are making me feel bad. I wore my natural hair (styled by the way. Wash days take me 5 hours or more). Someone asked me today why my hair was “messed up”. I’m tired of the standard of straight hair. People don’t even realize how much time and effort goes into our hair. In the past I’ve got questions like “what happened to your hair” anytime I changed it. Kids are more brutal, so working with them has really opened my eyes to colorism and texturism. What they say is truly a reflections of how they view things and what their families are teaching them.

I know these micro aggressions come from a place of ignorance and not really understanding our hair, but it truly is hurtful! It makes me feel like there is something wrong with the way that my hair naturally grows out my head. I literally feel anxiety about changing my hair. I get stressed about the reactions that I’ll get the next day.

If you’ve dealt with this, what helped you?