I AM AN IMMIGRANT — a dark-brown-skinned, Muslim, South Asian woman, a minority, a U.S. citizen. But I am an outsider. I have spent a big part of my life feeling this way. I was built-in in Pakistan to Bangladeshi parents.

When I was iv, my father was transferred to Delhi for work. I grew up in India, and my family relocated to Bangladesh when my father retired. I was xviii and angry with my parents — I didn't desire to go out the land I called home. Now, I proudly say I'm Bangladeshi but take never felt I belonged in my country; I visit because my female parent lives in Dhaka. And though I've been in the U.S. for 25 years, I don't feel American.

I am accustomed to feeling similar an outsider, but in the current political climate, I am more agape here than I've ever been.

I mostly enjoy the life I've made with my family in a "progressive" [read mostly white] college town in Western Massachusetts. Simply even here I experience like an outcast. I connect with individual friends over mutual interests but I practice non have a strong sense of customs. The feeling that I am outside looking in is abiding.

When my hubby and I moved hither from New York City six years ago (with our then nine-month-former), I frequently was left out of the mostly white mommy circles that dominate child action planning hither. I would hear of playdates to which my daughter and I were non invited. Or I would have a perfectly lovely conversation with someone at a party, and so take the person act like nosotros'd barely met somewhere else.

"Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection." —Martin Luther King, Jr., Alphabetic character from a Birmingham Jail, 1963

My daughter gets this treatment, too. I accept watched little low-cal-skinned girls turn their backs on my dark-skinned girl in the sandbox. Probably not their error: children are sponges, behaviors are learned. I wasn't included in conversations with their mothers. This is my reality. My Irish gaelic-American husband gives us "brownie" in Caucasian circles. That makes me angry. Despite their politics, many (generally white) progressives in this town talk about inclusion but don't practice it.

My daughter is a lovely shade of cocoa brown, often darker than her African American friends. She wishes she had lighter pare, no matter how often nosotros tell her she is beautiful. This is not parental bias — she is a beautiful, night-skinned, dauntless, determined Bangladeshi-American. Our town is the only home she knows. She was built-in in a low-income neighborhood in Dhaka, lived on the streets for two months with her birth mother, and has been with us since she was four months old. In those early days here in progressive college town USA, when she and my husband went to the grocery store, he'd oftentimes have people ask: "Where did y'all get her?"

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When my daughter was notwithstanding a baby and we were new to progressive college boondocks, I joined a women'south group that does amazing work. I survived my first yr of parenthood and relocation considering of the support I got from the women in the group.

I wanted to give dorsum, and proposed training to run a group for South Asian women. Many S Asian women in the expanse confront community-based challenges constantly: troubles with in-laws living with them, struggles with an unfamiliar language and civilisation, frustrations with acquaintances non understanding their traditions.

I had navigated some like issues in the U.S. Granted, I come from a more liberal background, merely cultural issues are common. Straddling 2 worlds, I was the perfect person to support these women, understand and give them space, and reassure them: "Aye, your problems are normal and valid, and time can help — or we, equally a customs of Southward Asian women, can help one some other."

At the fourth dimension, my husband and I were unemployed; we had savings merely no paychecks. I knew from some friends that the organization offered scholarships to train women, only they refused my request for 1. I assumed that with all its "understanding" of women's needs, the grouping did not recall my proposal was important enough. Not long after, they asked to feature my daughter in a Mother'south Day video, because she was "photogenic, cute." The unspoken request: diverseness. I refused. I should accept chosen them out for trying to utilize my child equally a token, only I suspect they wouldn't take taken my point. Instead, I decided to walk away.

I should have spoken up. I tried to let it get. Then a calendar week later on Trump was elected, I noticed ane of the onetime co-founders of the group had posted on social media about "standing in solidarity with our sisters in hijab." I could have created a prophylactic space for "our sisters in hijab" four years ago! Who are these people who tin't come across beyond their self-importance?

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I think well-nigh the last 6 years. How oftentimes, even when "included," I have non felt embraced. I am even more afraid now than I was mail service 9/11. I was in New York City when the planes hit the towers, I smelled burning bodies for days and watched my city and the world change. I had a woman wag an American flag in my face up in my neighborhood. I was stopped in drome security lines and frisked, my bags opened and searched. I spent a few hours in a detention room at JFK on a trip back from Dhaka — I will never forget the elderly Southward Asian lady in a sari, lying on a bench to which ane of her ankles was chained. She could have been my mother.

I stand out for my brown skin, my Muslim name. In the passport line I stand out for my birthplace. But I embrace who I am. I am non religious, but I proudly say I am Muslim, my daughter is Muslim. My husband is proud to say he's married to a Bangladeshi Muslim woman.

I worry most my girl, who struggles with her darkness, who often feels left out in a sea of white and light- and medium-dark-brown kids. Equally she navigates school in Trump's America, will she equate her dark brown skin with ostracism? Volition unkind children brand fun of her because of her colour and name? How do I support her when I struggle every twenty-four hours with my own sense of self-worth?

How exercise those of us who fear the adjacent four years — will there be a Muslim registry to complement the travel ban on people from bulk-Muslim nations? Deportations? — make our children experience condom, help them navigate this earth? Nosotros need to build an inclusive community for our children and ourselves. We need to enable our kids to proudly proclaim their ethnicities and stand up for tolerance, equality, respect! It's time to speak upwardly! As Gandhi said: "Be the change that you desire to meet in the world."

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