"You, you . . . you AARAB," she shouted at me, her body shuddering, "GO HOME."
Two well-dressed little girls clung to the angry woman, looking frightened. Their mother screamed on and on, and people stopped to stare. I was stunned. Since when did "Arab" become a four-letter word? I am not Arab, but whatever it is she saw as she glared at me through my windshield, she was convinced that I was. I have lived here for two decades, and I am keenly aware that racism still exists in the United States (as it does everywhere else in the world). But only recently, in our post-9/11 world, have I felt that skin colors like mine (neither black nor white) are not comfortably invisible anymore.
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