The Toll of Daily Racism
<p>There was a time when I looked at bad behavior as just that — bad behavior — unless it was a “Go back to India,” from a yelping white lady or a “Fucking immigrants!” from a cranky old white man. It had to be obvious to be racist — the privilege of an unsuspecting immigrant who wasn’t born or raised in the United States, I suppose.</p>
<p>But then I learned about microaggressions and implicit biases, and now racism is everywhere around me, whether it actually is or not. When the barista smiles at a customer in line before me and then purses her lips as soon as I approach, my first instinct is, “OMG she’s racist!” and not, “Maybe it was a forced smile before, and now she’s taking a break.”</p>
<p>Also, I’m not Indian; just from a different country in that general area. In any case, that’s irrelevant, and I know we all look similar.</p>
<p>“People here are fake as fuck!” I complain to my very white friend Mark. “Denver is so fucking racist!”</p>
<p>“I can’t really tell,” he mumbles.</p>
<p>“You’ve got to believe me!”</p>
<p>“I do, Maliha, I do!” Mark desperately wants me to believe that he’s different; that he isn’t racist. And for now, I think he’s one of the good guys.</p>
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