The day after Donald Trump won the presidential election, my 5-year-old daughter was identified by a classmate as having black skin. "Trump doesn't like black people," the little girl told her, "so you lose." My daughter said the girl went around pointing out the other "black" children - they were Asian twins. In the eyes of a kindergartner in predominantly white Menlo Park, Calif., though, they all appeared black, which must mean they are different, which is true. They - and we - are minorities.
"I wish I had white skin, Mommy," my daughter told me when I asked her how the exchange made her feel. I was angry, scared and worried she would experience worse marginalization soon. She is the daughter of an immigrant, she is interracial, she has brown skin, she is a Muslim, she is a girl. A perfect ball of yarn spun with fibers a bigoted campaign targeted.
My immediate thought: What if they won't feel welcome in their country of birth? I know this is possible, because it happened to me.