I need to be a better Asian American, on my own terms | Opinion

By Kelsey Kloza I’ve never been particularly good at being Asian. I was adopted from South Korea as an infant and have no memory of the place, its people or my biological parents. I was raised by a Caucasian family in a majority-Caucasian New Jersey town — I know more about ravioli than dumplings, and I can speak more Polish than Korean. My Central Jersey upbringing never made me feel like I stuck out, and beyond the occasional stereotypical joke (no, I’m not good at math) or a bad pick-up line (really, you’re going with “konnichiwa” as your opener?), I’ve been fairly insulated from racism mos…

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