I’ve Always Belonged. That’s the Problem.

I’m done defending my silence — and ready to speak up.

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When you’ve always belonged, belonging isn’t something you notice at all.

It’s a given. Not something earned or something fought for — barely even thought about. Just there.

I’ve never been on the outskirts of society. I’ve always fit in and belonged solely because of my race — I have no clue what it’s like to live without that certainty. To know that no matter what I do or say, no matter what I choose to study or fight for, I can do it without opposition.

It’s not that easy for everyone.

I’ve been reading about marginalized people in the U.S. I’ve never given it much thought, much to my chagrin. One of my best friends growing up was half Nepali, and although I knew she looked different from me, it wasn’t something I ever really thought about.

To me, she was just my friend. Same as anyone else. She was loud and fun, and I loved being around her.

Perhaps that’s why we’re told to be like little children in Christian faiths — their acceptance and inclusion are pure. Untainted.

Children don’t know racism. They don’t know bigotry or prejudice or chauvinism. They learn it as they grow — from us.