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I was scribbling illegible words that looked like Chinese characters when I was barely three or four years old. Pages and pages of them. They all made sense to me. Mostly about the righteous anger of indignities suffered, from the perspective of a toddler. In a better mood, there might be a page or two about “is there a God? why do I exist?” When is lunch ready?”
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Aza Y. Alam
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Exploring the entanglements of gender, race and class during this era of the Eurokleptocene. Let’s do better, one story, one learning, one comment at a time.
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