How I Discovered the Subtle Ways I Was Racist

When my little sister was in high school, she started dating a classmate who was black. Over dinner, our Korean mother voiced her concerns over his race. “How do we know he’s not a criminal?”

Horrified, my sister and I looked at each other with dropped jaws. Was our mother making a terrible, racist joke? Or did she ask that question seriously?

“Mom, WHAT? No, he’s not a criminal!” my sister said.

“That’s super racist, mom. How can you think that? You’re a minority too?” I asked.

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