To survive in prison, I passed myself off as Italian and became a white supremacist. After 17 years behind bars, I’ve renounced hate and I’m black and I’m proud.
The “magic number” helped foreigners like me get by without learning the language. But I didn’t feel at home in China until I finally hung up the phone.
From kindergarten to culinary school, people made me feel like my family’s food was backward. Now I cook dishes that push diners to confront their own prejudices.
What might seem like an easy task to most can be a Herculean challenge for someone with dissociative identity disorder.
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