Written By Amy Hou from Concord Academy, MA, USA To the United States, I am an immigrant to America, though the word “immigrant” feels too easy, too administrative, as if crossing an ocean were a form to be stamped rather than a body split into before and after. I arrived carrying another geography under my skin. Another grammar of belonging. Classrooms here orbit around race. Everything bends toward it, returns to it, asks the body to position itself in relation to it. Read.
