Living Outside the Box
Abigail Andersen
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rowing up in America as a minority, there was always a sense of feeling like I didn’t belong. Whether or not you were born here, how long you’ve lived here, or what languages you speak, there’s a constant sense of feeling like the odd one out. Over the few months I have been at Emerson, I’ve seen firsthand the active racial discrimination at this predominantly white institution. And that has also made me think about my Aunt’s experiences growing up as a first-generation immigrant in the ’70s; not just her experiences during that time but how that also affected the way she raised my sister and I, two adopted children from China. Being adopted by two white parents, it was difficult for me to feel
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