Heres an anonymous submission from an Indian girl:
I am a 16-year-old British-Indian girl. Like most people of colour all across the world, I have experienced micro-aggressions and subtle racism throughout my life.
“Growing up in a small town in England, I didn’t see colour. I didn’t understand racism could come in less explicit forms. To be completely honest, I barely understood racism. I viewed myself as just another kid, sharing the same aspects of my childhood with my classmates, but I still felt different. I remember being called ‘the colour of poo’ and being made fun of for my packed lunches. Sometimes, my friends would make fun of my grandma’s accent and instead of standing up for her, I would ask her not to pick me up from school. Small things like never finding a band-aid that was my skin colour and not knowing what colour to draw myself in self-portraits would make me uncomfortable in my skin colour.
The sad truth is that people of colour will have to face comments like this throughout their lifetime. From being told to ‘go back to where you came from’ to being made fun of for eating food like dal chawal, we are made to feel as though we do not belong. Without immigrants, countries like the UK and the US would not be what they are today. Chicken tikka masala and chai are some of England’s favourite food and drinks. I want to remind all of my second-generation immigrant friends that we belong here. We are beautiful. We may be different, but that makes us more interesting. We can view the world from a fascinating perspective. We matter.”