Race Is a Story and No Single Narrative Defines Me
In a Toronto classroom, I was forced to confront how language makes one person “other” to the next
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In a Toronto classroom, I was forced to confront how language makes one person “other” to the next
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Read MoreAs a Black child in a brown family, I had to learn how to define my identity in a new way
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Read MoreAfter years of training in Canada, my dad still had to go back to South Korea to get the job he deserved
Read MoreFor a long time, I was the only Black biracial person in my family. My relatives didn’t always accept that we shared different experiences
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