Something that I've learned to greatly appreciate is having had the opportunity to grow up in predominantly Asian American populated schools and communities. This meant that at a younger age, I looked like most everyone else in the classroom, with the exception of a slightly tanner skin tone compared to most of my Asian peers. Considering these circumstances, it's still sad to say that I've indirectly experienced violence and hatred against my community many times in my life. I think when it first hit me was seeing cashiers being unrightfully frustrated with my mom whenever we went out.
