My Face Judged Before My Voice
Kaia Van-Seng,
Santa Rosa, CA
My identity is something I take seriously. It shapes who I am and how I interact with the world. So when I was racially profiled for the first time in second grade, I was shocked. Taylor Mountain elementary school was where I learned how to communicate with others, especially as I worked on my speech issues with a speech therapist.
But during my very first session, something felt off. When I was called out of class, I was greeted by a very tall blonde haired man. The first word he said to me was “Konichiwa”. I didn’t even know what it meant – most English speaking second graders wouldn’t – so I just stared at him. Then he asked “What type of Asian are you?” I told him I was Vietnamese- it was a common question. He laughed and told me ‘I looked more Japanese.’
To this day I am still confused about this interaction- not offended but curious. It was the first time I understood how casually people can reduce someone into a stereotype. Even when it’s a core part of who they are.



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