I’ll open our blogs by sharing a story that my dad told me – a story that took place over sixty years ago in a poor village in South India. Let me begin by mentioning that this story centers around…
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When our family moved to the Boston area, my brother and I were among a handful of minorities at our elementary school. We heard our fair share of racist jokes like “where’s your Kwik-E-Mart?” Being brown immigrants made it a…
Read More I’ll open our blogs by sharing a story that my dad told me – a story that took place over sixty years ago in a poor village in South India. Let me begin by mentioning that this story centers around…
Read More When our family moved to the Boston area, my brother and I were among a handful of minorities at our elementary school. We heard our fair share of racist jokes like “where’s your Kwik-E-Mart?” Being brown immigrants made it a…
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