How I Discovered the Subtle Ways I Was Racist
<p>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?”</p>
<p>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?</p>
<p>“Mom, WHAT? No, he’s not a criminal!” my sister said.</p>
<p>“That’s super racist, mom. How can you think that? You’re a minority too?” I asked.</p>
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