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![]() ![]() When I went home that day, I asked my parents if I had made the right choice. I concluded that Palestine was in Asia, so I must be Asian, and ticked the box to begin the test. I knew that I neither identified with Whiteness in the U.S., nor supported its ideology or benefited from its privilege. As a Palestinian-American with big brown eyes and olive skin, I had been regularly subject to colorist remarks in my community, constant reminders that I wasn’t bayda, a term that meant “White” or “fair-skinned.” I regularly encountered this, given my Bedouin features and status as a samra person, which could mean anything from olive to Black.Īs I sat there at my school desk, I was confused. ![]() Before final exams in seventh grade, my school in North Carolina asked students to complete a set of demographic questions, including on race. I have a recurring memory of my childhood in the American South. ![]()
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