under cut:

One of those odd flavors of racism that can go unnoticed for decades had its unearthing moment a few days ago, when my girlfriend showed me Aru Shah and the End of Time, a just-released middle-school book by Roshani Chokshi. It features a fantasy world and plot that is based on mostly Hindu mythology, turns on Hindu religious concepts, and features legendary characters from the most famous Indian epic in history, the Mahabharata, fanfic style.

Anyway, I basically never cry, but I spontaneously burst into tears looking at it bc of how sharply i lost my breath at the thought of what seeing that would have meant to me back when i was in middle school. It probably would have changed a lot for my thinking and self-image, even if the book had sucked.