That time I stopped being white
As a German immigrant to the US, one of the most complex and perplexing issues I struggle with is the construct of race, and how it plays out in the systems and society of my adopted country.
As a third culture kid, I tend to pay attention to customs and the soft diplomacy of cultural norms. You won’t find me exposing my bare feet in Thailand, or keeping my shoes on in a Canadian household, or eating with my left hand in Turkey. I have put up with the gentle mockery of Chinese friends for eating grapes w…
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