Sunanya’s Story

I remember when I was 10 I went to summer classes in Atlanta. I have a very strong memory of sitting in a science class, and I still remember the professor’s name because I think I’m still traumatized by that incident. The professor asked some question and I raised my hand, and he said: “Don’t ...

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Mia’s Story

I think I noticed it the first time we went Cabbage Patch Kid shopping. I was with my sister, and we were allowed to pick one each, but we didn’t want to pick ones that matched. I think in those days there was only the black Cabbage Patch baby and the white baby. My sister ...

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Melanie’s Story

There was an experience where I knew I was different from others. When I was in elementary school, my mom packed me a Japanese bento box, and everyone else was eating sandwiches. I hated being different, so I went home and talked to my mom and told her I didn’t want to bring Japanese food ...

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Jordan’s Story

The first time I remember being aware of race was when I was about six or seven years old.  Tyrone, an African-American boy of similar age, lived across the street from me and we would frequently play together.  I have fond memories of playing basketball in the driveway, riding bikes around the block and having ...

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Esteban’s Story

In 1994 I was working at the University. This is a story about an experience one technician working in my lab had. Her name was Elizabeth. She was a white very Christian woman. One time she was involved in a car accident. The occupants of the other car were a black family. This happened in ...

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Gabrielle’s Story

I remember distinctly when my mom was pregnant with my sister. She had to have a doctor’s appointment, and she was really angry when she came home because she missed it. It had been canceled and she didn’t get notification for it. She called up the doctor’s office to ask what happened, and the nurse ...

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Davianne’s Story

The first time I became aware of my race was in pre-school when I was four years old. The pre-school was in a suburban town outside of Boston, MA in the early 1990’s. I was the only black student in my class, and one of the only black students in the entire school. I remember ...

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Dana’s Story

I had a lot of trouble understanding why race was important when I was younger.  I remember thinking, "what's the big deal?” and “did I come out on the losing end?" In fact, I can remember a white friend and I pondered whether it was better to be black or white all afternoon in pre-school. ...

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Calvin’s Story

Calvin recounted how his immigration from Taiwan to Toronto, Canada as an 11 year old was difficult because that was the first time he had encountered people who not only did not look like him and everyone he had ever remembered seeing in Taiwan, but also who spoke a completely different language. He said he ...

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Annie’s Story

I grew up in Queens, and I think it’s a very diverse demographic. I don’t remember exactly when I realized about race and difference. When I was younger, I would just play with anybody. Race didn’t really matter because I didn’t really see that. It’s during high school that I realized all the Asians were ...

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