I remember the first time I experienced racism. I was 9 years old, just a child. I had moved to a new country, to a new school. I was excited, and I wanted to make new friends.
I was ready for new friends, and then, at the playground during recess, the other white kids kept pointing at me and giggling. They were making monkey s…
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