Arghya Chowhdhury

Wed Oct 21 2020 04:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)


“My grandparents migrated to the United States in the 90s. I was always fascinated when they would send us pictures of the places they visited across the country. I finally had the opportunity to migrate in 2012. After spending almost half my teenage life in Bangladesh, I had to start all over again.

The social differences in Bangladesh are massive. In every sphere of life, many people in Bangladesh face injustice. Colorism exists, for example, where those with a fairer complexion are considered superior to those who have a darker complexion. After moving to the USA, I thought these bigoted mentalities would be non-existent. But I was totally wrong.

The first day of high school, I was a victim of bullying and racism. I was taught to stay quiet and ignore any problems, and so I did. That incident shook me. For a second, I felt that maybe moving to the USA was a mistake. I was so unhappy but didn't share anything with my family that day.

My mother realized something was wrong and approached me to ask if everything was okay. I feel like mothers have telepathic powers and can sense when their kids are unhappy. I told her about the situation and instead of worrying, she advised me to educate my classmate and create a positive relationship.

The next day, I approached him and explained how wrong he was to treat me that way. He was shocked that I confronted him and just ignored me, but I continued to be friendly rather than bash him. Eventually, he understood his fault and as the days went by, we became the best of buddies. Now, there’s always a positive vibe whenever we are together.

I was raised by my parents with the perception that everyone is equal and no one is superior to others. Being the new kid on the block comes with a lot of adversities, but in that case, I was fortunate enough to change my classmate’s mindset. No matter the situation, I learned to spread love, because love always exceeds hatred.”