I’m not here to talk about all of the wonderful aspects of being biracial. That’s for another time. I’m not here to explain to you the entire world of a mixed kid in one essay. That’s impossible. I’m here to bring up one thing and all of its uncomfortable truth: the exclusivity of our dearly beloved South Asian-American community.
I have white-passing privilege. I don’t know what it’s like to be you. To have dark skin. To be tokenized as a brown South Asian. But you also don’t know what it’s like to be me.