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Sometimes, I’m positively convinced that my primary school experience was a social experiment. I grew up being race-blind, only to painfully realize in secondary school that regular folks tend to cling to their race (and subsequently, their clans attached to race) like a lifevest on open water.

I discussed this with my bro a couple of days ago, who was shaped by the same upbringing, and we’ve concluded (based on lived experience) that growing up in a multi-cultural environment (being race-blind) is vastly different from immigrating to one (concepts of race are not as malleable).

This loaded subject deserves a more thorough discussion than an uncomfortable recollection of past experience, but I can’t help ruminating over it lately. Forming lasting friendships in Vancity has been my most difficult challenge, because folks here are too polite to admit that they’d rather stick to their own clans than open their minds. Ironic for a “multicultural” city, huh.