Growing up in white suburbia was all I had ever known. I never questioned why everyone around me was Caucasian or why there was not a single person within a 20-mile radius of me that spoke my mother tongue. I never questioned why people would give me odd stares inside the local grocery store. I never questioned why my father started breathing heavier, assuming a pale-yellow complexion, and his heartbeat started to thump louder and louder when the red and blue flashing lights and sirens became closer and closer in proximity. I never questioned any of this because I was never taught to question. Submission to power was what I was taught.