Yesterday, as I waited to cross the street, a car of white men started yelling at me and laughing. They continued even after I crossed the street and turned. They kept screaming “Hey Boy!” I did not listen to anything else they said. This was just day one after the election.
I am biracial, and it saddens me that my safety depends in part on the extent to which I can pass as white and my Indian heritage goes unseen. I guess it didn’t yesterday. It hurts that I need to want it to.
And even thinking about this feels self-indulgent. Suffering is not a competition but I have so damn much privilege. Power to those who are marginalized in so many ways. I love y’all
Janak Preston '19
Image: Keizo Fish '21