TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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In algebra class, the sport of suburban white boys is to bait the chink, the girl with the clenched yellow fists and the tears dammed hot, a wet riot behind her (foreign) eyelids.
How does one bait a chink? Tell her you're pretty and laugh, because we all know she's not. She can't be. She's a chink. Tell her, I speak your language. Hiss gibberish into her ears.
Remind her, This is where you come from. This is why you're never gonna be like us. You're never gonna be normal.