On Facebook, I can be anything: From a white male to an inanimate object, the possibilities for the name or face I choose to hold are endless. It’s nowhere near being a post-racial world. But it’s as close as we’re going to get.
I’m from Japan; I’m from the Middle East; I’m from Eastern Washington, from Pullman, Wash.; I’m from Seattle; I come from a scientific community, a middle-class family. I come from a white perspective. I’m from here.
Sixty-seven percent. That is the decrease of domestic violence cases since 1994. The number is a powerful reminder of how far we’ve come as a nation for women’s rights. But it also leaves a false impression that our work is over.
The rebel inside me has been dying to prove people wrong. They smirk at the risky decisions I make, and to spite them, I commit to those decisions with more conviction than I ever could have with their approval.