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I hated the feeling of constantly being reminded of how little power I had as a woman of color. You hope, after looking at the menu, that this is one of the dates where he picks up the bill. Never say the words that gave away your improper pedigree, avoid the words you never learned to say.
It felt hypocritical to my political beliefs to be dating white. Google big words before saying them just to make sure you are using them correctly. Say your Mom works “at the airport” instead of as a cashier in the airport parking lot. There’s no need for them to hear your family’s survival stories.
The thing was, as a child of immigrants in the 80s, the good Bangladeshi Muslim boys in my age range were few and far between.
I was going to be looking at him the rest of my life.” Whenever I asked her who was I supposed to marry, she’d always say it’d be an arranged marriage like hers – to a good Bangladeshi Muslim boy.
You never really thought of yourself as poor, but in this relationship you suddenly notice how you were raised with less than.
How could I be in a relationship with a person who constantly reminded me of how much I was lacking? A few years later, at the age of 27, I was at my parents’ house talking to my Mom about an article I had been working on where I used Census data to figure out how many eligible single Bangladeshi males existed in Los Angeles County. And the chances of them being not stupid is really slim.” “Yes, there aren’t a lot of smart ones,” she agreed. Nod when they note the Third World poverty of your motherland.
But, I didn’t break up with him because he was white. “So you see, Mother,” I said, “there are only 21 potential Bangladeshi males that I might be able to date in the entire L. “But you know, he doesn’t have to be Bangladeshi.” “I know, Mom.” “He could be…white.” “Mooooom! Pretend to know enough about South Asian foreign policy so you don’t look stupid when they mention something they learned in their private school education.
When we broke up ten years ago, we made bets on who would get married first. He reached out a couple of times a year to see how I was doing. He wasn’t the first guy I was in love with, but he was first in many other ways – first boyfriend, first Thanksgiving, first parental unit meeting, first living together. His grandmother made aloo gobi for me at Thanksgiving.
We met when were both in our early twenties working as community organizers in Washington, D. He grew up in a well-to-do family in an idyllic community just outside of D. They had oil paintings on the wall, candlesticks on the dining table, and ordered steak through the mail. I helped unwrap heirloom ornaments for their Christmas tree.Most importantly, my career was about training and educating people on social justice issues. Talk about how your parents own their house, but don’t talk about how it was almost taken away, or how you the roof leaks now and there’s no money to fix it.