Sabkooh sapna hai” except that we could not understand his Hindi, due to his accent. “I think he said, ‘sabkooch samne hai’ [everything is in front of you]”, I ventured, to my MIL. Not ‘sabkooch apna hai’ [everything is mine],” she responded. While I’m grateful that these anecdotes are neither traumatic nor hate driven, they constitute racism in that I am viewed first and foremost as my race.

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And isn’t this perceived threat the most neatly circumscribed definition of xenophobia?

And this is precisely why the scars of immigration remain, even two generations later.

He opens with “I am very much in favor of immigration everywhere in the U. He then insults them, saying: In the 1990s, the not-as-brilliant merchants brought their even-less-bright cousins, and we started to understand why India is so damn poor.

Then he admits that Indians have helped his precious hometown survive economically.

Stein continues to demonstrate his complete ignorance, blessed as he may be with his titular “own private India”, by saying that one billion Indians are “familiar …

[with] instruct[ing] stupid Americans to reboot their Internet routers.” If you ask the vast majority of Indians about routers, they might stare at you blank-faced. Still though, reading about Stein’s sense of dislocation when his “town is totally unfamiliar to me [him]” draws real sympathy, even from a member of the group he feels so threatened by -- but isn’t this the reason for all the aphorisms about change?This is a guest post by Epi Tales, who writes at a blog of the same name, where this post also appears. I hate life unless I'm being propelled through the pages of a book in parallel to my 'real' life.As a kid, I read Harriet the Spy, and I was infatuated with the idea of writing. Insatiably." After all the internet hoopla following Joel Stein's "My Own Private India", I am more confused than ever about the racism I experience.Walking into restaurants or sweet shops with my then-fiance, I was never addressed in English, only Hindi.It never felt presumptuous, rather inclusive, with the undertone of “I know you know this” and “we share something, whatever part of India you’re from”. Now I’m walking around Seattle, which is white enough to find an Indian interesting, yet cosmopolitan enough not to call me a dothead (I think this term is out of vogue anyway). Last weekend, my mother and father-in-law were browsing jewelry in a booth at the Freemont fair. Yes, one billion of us possess miraculous abilities to eat food spicier than anything you could comprehend. Oh goodness, I thought to myself, he’s starting to flirt, and I am standing here with my in-laws. (And, for the record, I wear a wedding ring on my left hand).All the data presented in this article are based on user behaviours and responses to questionnaires on Ok Cupid, a popular (but not the most popular) dating site in the US.