This destabilization was due to the fact that majority of the students in my school was white and I was Asian. The idea of “white privilege” is something that is real. Many deny this idea because they have never faced this discrimination before. After attending an all-white high school, where I was one of the handful of minorities, I was faced with two major racial incidences that I would never forget. During freshman year, I had an English teacher who was anti-feminist, he stated so on the first day of class, and was deemed “favorite” by many of the students because of his relaxed attitude. In class, I never caused any trouble and always turned in my homework assignments on time. After editing one of my papers, the teacher told me to “Take a seat, dumpling.” I was appalled and looked at him with widened eyes. Blood rushed to my face and my heart pounded. Looking around, I searched the faces of other students to see if they had heard what I just heard, but all I saw in return was blank faces that did not seem to care. Once class ended, I revealed to one of my white friends about the incident. She did not see any problem with this name calling and tells me that I am overacting. After several attempts in explaining why I was hurt, I walked away in anger not understanding why she did not see the insult of him calling me “dumpling.” It is not her fault that she did not know why I was offended; it was just
This destabilization was due to the fact that majority of the students in my school was white and I was Asian. The idea of “white privilege” is something that is real. Many deny this idea because they have never faced this discrimination before. After attending an all-white high school, where I was one of the handful of minorities, I was faced with two major racial incidences that I would never forget. During freshman year, I had an English teacher who was anti-feminist, he stated so on the first day of class, and was deemed “favorite” by many of the students because of his relaxed attitude. In class, I never caused any trouble and always turned in my homework assignments on time. After editing one of my papers, the teacher told me to “Take a seat, dumpling.” I was appalled and looked at him with widened eyes. Blood rushed to my face and my heart pounded. Looking around, I searched the faces of other students to see if they had heard what I just heard, but all I saw in return was blank faces that did not seem to care. Once class ended, I revealed to one of my white friends about the incident. She did not see any problem with this name calling and tells me that I am overacting. After several attempts in explaining why I was hurt, I walked away in anger not understanding why she did not see the insult of him calling me “dumpling.” It is not her fault that she did not know why I was offended; it was just