Things were getting better. Or were they?
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I Don’t Know How It Feels To Be U
Hidden in Names and Eyes
The 1930 census had my aunt's name as Ruchel and my mother's name as Henayeta. Huh?
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Lessons from Old Dacca
Somehow, we turned into a street and found ourselves in Old Dacca, where we clearly didn’t belong.
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Racial Awakening
Growing up, the only people of color I knew were our cleaning woman, Pam, and a series of successors whose names I can’t recall.
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