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Not like that sister of hers who’d barely said no and who was dumb enough to think he was going to keep on dating her afterward. But Summer hadn’t said anything either. That was the nice thing about Asian girls. They were quiet. The worst thing about them was they sometimes kicked him in the balls and made him lose his phone.
“You bitch!” Stevie spat as she backed away. “We came to you for help!” “And why would you do that? This is a Japanese revenge ghost, and I’m Korean, you shits! And I was born in Boulder!”
It turned out I was angry because I was playing a game whose rules had never been designed for me to win.
As long as the racist in question was older than them, their racism could be excused, if not forgiven entirely.
It starts slowly, so slowly, and then all at once: rage envelops me. The way he looks at me as he spits a slur, as if his colonizing impulse, his academic knowledge, is superior to centuries of my people’s history in inherited memory.
