As a Thai-Chinese American growing up in the suburbs of Seattle, I deal with a lot of people who are ignorant about minorities. They always assume that I am Chinese because Chinese are the only Asians that existed for them. People come up to my face and ask me if I speak English. My Caucasian American friends tell me I drive horribly even though they have received more driving tickets than my mother. Strangers on …showed first 75 words of 273 total…

…showed last 75 words of 273 total…walking on the street with a huge American flag draped over my shoulders and a sign hanging around my neck with the words “Born in the U.S.A.” scribed in big bold letters and would flash a bright neon pink every now and then. Consciously or unconsciously, racism is alive and well in America. No matter how subtle, racism is racism, and well, being yellow in a black and white America is hard stuff.