The first time I was harassed online, I received a Facebook message that crudely suggested my genitalia would taste like white rice. I was 13, embarrassed and scared.
When I have written critical editorials about race, the negative comments have always been written by self-identified white people or anonymous accounts. These comments are rife with man-splaining, condescension, sarcasm and racism. And if those are bad, feel free to skim through my Tinder messages.
I had yet to write a personal column about my experiences with racism at the University and at The Daily Tar Heel because I didn’t want people to have my face and my name in their heads if they wanted to send harassment. (My last name alone is a giveaway for my race — which was all it took for me to receive that first disgusting Facebook message, unprompted.)
My assistant editor, who is Arab-American, has held off on writing personal pieces for similar reasons.
If we were white, would we still feel this way? Would we even have those problems to write about in the first place?