Sticks and stones: I'm learning from personal discrimination

"So nigga-boy, what you doing in China?" said the taxi driver to me, a smile on his face. "I am teaching," I muttered. "What do you teach, nigga-boy?" "English." "English??" His smile turned into a big grin. "You mean you can speak English – nigga-boy?" "Yes I can," I retorted, fixing a smile on my...