as an american born indian woman, i get annoyed when i hear people from all walks of life using the word american to mean white. last night i’m talking to a desi brother, he tells me that he used to go out with an american girl. and i’m thinking, i know he doesn’t mean me. he means a white girl. and in about two seconds, he’s going to find out i was born in chicago and tell me knowingly how i’m not indian. which leaves me with nothing to claim. and that’s what’ll happen too, if you don’t define yourself, someone else will certainly try to tell you who you are and are not.
turns out me and that same dude end up chilling at sob’s. he got tipsy, i wasn’t drinking, but we both got in on his h1b account and that was helpful for this teacher on the grind. just keeping it real. here’s a pic from last night with me and hip hop architect, afrika bambaata. happy anniversary zulu nation.