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The Invisible Barriers of a Globalized World

As I reflect on my experiences living abroad, I’m reminded of the subtle yet pervasive racism that exists in expat communities. Growing up in a multicultural society, I thought I had escaped the shackles of prejudice, but reality has a way of slapping you in the face.

A Luxury Hotel Encounter

I recall a weekend getaway to the Crowne Plaza in Muscat, Oman, where I was mistaken for an escort simply because of my mixed ethnicity. A couple approached me by the pool, inviting me to their room for a drink. I declined, feeling uneasy, and shared the incident with a fellow guest. Her response was enlightening, yet disturbing. She hinted that my racial ambiguity led people to assume I was a sex worker. The realization was embarrassing and hurtful.

The Facade of Multiculturalism

In the 1990s, we were sold a dream of multiculturalism, where diversity was celebrated and racism was a relic of the past. Advertisements and media presented a utopian view of the world, showcasing beautiful, mixed-race individuals. But beneath the surface, prejudices persisted. Even in my own childhood, I felt the need to seek out dolls that looked like me, as if to validate my existence.

The Privilege of Western Education

My English accent and degree have opened doors to international opportunities, allowing me to avoid debt and unpaid internships. I’ve lived in three countries, enjoying perks like free accommodation and international flights. Yet, I’m acutely aware that my Western privilege comes with a price – I’m often seen as not being “English enough.”

Tribalism and Racism in Expat Communities

Expats often create enclaves, sticking to their own kind and perpetuating stereotypes. It’s frustrating to see individuals who grew up in multicultural cities, discussing “Indians” or “Russians” like colonialists. They dismiss my opinions on global issues, implying that my mixed heritage makes my views irrelevant. Some even suggest that my future children will have a better life if they’re whiter.

The Scan

When meeting new people abroad, I sense a subtle scrutiny, as if they’re trying to place me in a racial category. It’s a process that takes mere seconds, but it’s long enough to make assumptions about my identity. The question “What are you?” is often asked, but it’s really two questions in one: “What are you doing here?” and “How did you get here?” The answer lies in the complex tapestry of immigration, survival, and hustle.

The Weight of Invisible Paper Cuts

Living in a globalized world means navigating a minefield of racism, tribalism, and prejudice. It’s exhausting, and at times, heartbreaking. I yearn for the innocence and nonchalance that some people take for granted, but I know it’s an act. We’re all struggling to make a better life for ourselves, but my skin tone, facial features, and eye shape will always be met with awkward glances and questions.

A Bittersweet Reality

I love my life, my job, and my financial independence, but I’m painfully aware of the invisible barriers that exist. As I continue to navigate this complex world, I’m reminded of the comedian Margaret Cho’s words: racism is like dying of a thousand invisible paper cuts.