Mary Kate Cunningham
Hong Kong
Growing up in the United States as an immigrant, I often felt frustrated by the fact that my “racial identity” as a “white” person often obscured a deeper connection I held to my Irish heritage. Now, I live in Hong Kong, and I find the community here is more willing to accept the fact that “white” skin often obscures a deeper ethnic and cultural identity. Americans, for all their affinities towards hyphenation, should learn not judge any colored book by its cover.
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