As a transracial adoptee I was made to feel as though I should be grateful for coming to the West

As a transracial adoptee I was made to feel as though I should be grateful for coming to the West

When I was around seven or eight, my teacher made me stand up in front of the entire class and said, ‘This is what failure looks like’.
As the classroom erupted into laughter, I desperately forced myself not to cry.
Then, when I was finally allowed to sit down, the teacher threw the blackboard eraser at me and the wooden side hit my head. 
I just remember thinking that it couldn’t get any worse…

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