Who the Hell are My Own People?
On the Frontlines at the Intersection of Racism, Sexism and Muslim Misoygyny Combined
When I was 22 years old, I decided in my infinite wisdom that I needed to get to ‘know my own people’. Because apart from the immediate family of parents and siblings plus 2/3 uncles on the fringes of my life, all my schooling, college and university life, just about all of the time outside of my parent’s home in the North…