For my whole life I’ve thought about how the world sees P@lestine. I’m considered ‘white passing’ or ‘ethnically ambiguous’ to white people, so I’ve lived like a ghost wading through America, seeing but not experiencing. I’ve sunken deep into the privilege that comes with living in America that I’ve obliged to the pressured to conform, to not disturb American comfort and silence. I’ve learned a painful lesson from not speaking up, even if I would have been literally the only one doing so. Now I see how the complacency of white supremacy had had its hold on me. I will never be silent again.

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