Colorism and its impact on anti-Black racism in Asia.
It’s the end of the summer, and as often at the end of a summer, my skin is a dark, golden brown. As a child growing up in sunny Arizona, I cherish my memories of playing outside, swimming in neighborhood pools, and hiking in the hot sun. I love my brown color and think nothing of the shades it turns based on the seasons of the year. But this year, similar to the many years I would return as a child to my mother’s native Taiwan, I field many questions about my skin color.
“Are you mixed?”