As a person of colour born in Sri Lanka, my identity is under constant surveillance.
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“I come from a family of witches.”
Why are you brown? You’re a brown person. Why?
We’re not going to let you win.
We are locked off from the centre of our culture: our language. We are outsiders to our birthright.
and me, fighting for arm space with a businessman using the term “Kafkaesque” for the fifth time in one screening.
We need to have conversations about strategically and systematically destroying colourism and the practices born through it.
The conversation turned to Chileans. “They’re all liars! And perverts!” one attendee observed. “Oh my god, so true,” another contributed, a New Yorker.
It’s a basic gesture of dignity: I see you as a human, thus I will learn your name.
“It’s not just about adding ‘diversity’ for flavour.”