RACISM
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This includes my opinion about racism/ discrimination/ stereotyping, etc.
Many people think that discrimination is only when people are treated violently for racial, religious or other reasons; humiliated in public; or rejected from work, schools, or other institutes they want to form part of. But is it really only that?
If you genuinely think that that's it, I'd like to share with you about my thoughts about the little things- the minute performances that people do without even realizing; the smallest of actions and innocent commentaries that can deeply scratch a soul's heart. The story I want to tell is about this, the little things that are big deal.
Lastly I'd like to highlight the true meaning of why I do this: We should all be part of the step towards the progress. It's high time we let discrimination be history.
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