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When I was seven years old, my white uncle called me a worthless n-word in the middle of an argument. As I sobbed uncontrollably at my grandmother’s feet, I realized that racism can trump family. Being half- Black and half-white, I fall in between two identities. I realized then that
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These spaces — spaces like UC Berkeley — were never created for people like me. Retention rates of Pilipinx students at UC Berkeley always frustrated me, but at times like these, I was numb to the idea of becoming a part of those statistics.
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When I would ask about my absent dad, my mom would tell not me to worry, reminding me of my Heavenly Father watching over me from up above. I love you, Mom, but that’s crazy talk. I don’t want white Christ watching over me as much as I don’t want
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The family practices I saw on “Full House” and other American TV shows couldn’t apply to my own family because of our drastic cultural differences.
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I am a self-proclaimed goofy Black woman. But like most students, I learned early on that joy and humor have no place in the classroom.
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Even if I’m just waiting in line at Peet’s Coffee, I’m all too aware that as soon as a stranger sees my headscarf, they immediately identify me as the “the Muslim girl.”
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Coming to UC Berkeley made me realize that I could both be Korean and talk about sex — the two are not mutually exclusive.
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My dreams and ambitions extend so much more beyond the sparkly, golden cage that America imposes on me, and I will relinquish my shackles to flex all of the facets of my being.
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It is easy to call me a whore or a statistic. To call me a liar, or a person seeking attention. Or call me stupid.
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My mom taught me and my sisters the important things — there is literally no use in crying over spilt milk. Microwaves can be used to bake cakes. We do not have to rely on men for stability.
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