I wish I can write well today.
Most of my posts for the summer have been pretty light-hearted and funny. Today's post is going to be a bit serious because I just read a long and serious article about racism.
Most of the articles about racism I come across are written by white people or black people. I am yellow. Yellow people usually write in a language that white and black people cannot comprehend. Obviously, my experience of racism would be totally different from that of a black or white person. My yellow privilege is also different.
For example, I am not even sure if I have experienced this type of discrimination before, I might have. A yellow person might look down upon another yellow person. I read a Chinese book recently where Chinese people (as in mainland China people immigrating or moving to Hong Kong) talk about being discriminated against in Hong Kong by Hong Kongers.
If you look at colour this way, black, white and yellow, even among yellow, there are many different types of yellows. Depending on where you live, maybe the type of discrimination you would experience would be different due to geographical and cultural differences.
Growing up in Canada as an immigrant, I have definitely been rejected many times. I am a strong person, I love myself so even though I was called many things, I am still here. It actually feels worse when a yellow person of a different gender calls me those things. Thinking back though, my lack of language back then actually shielded me from things that may have been said to me, about me or to spread rumours about others. Although, I was already at an age where I can sort of guess what might have been said.
Now that I can hear, speak and write, it actually hurts more to hear such things said by a grown person. It's painful whenever these "unacceptable" situations happen because I might become witness to unpleasant arguments or a reader to a long ass composition.

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