The dark side of identity

The dark side of identity

After that fateful day, the way I observed the world around me changed. Where before I would see Arabic people as simply people who I may have a hard time understanding, I afterwards saw them as associated with my nation's enemy. It took years before I learned to stop being paranoid towards "the other" and would once again see the potential good, or at least potential nothing in people before the potential evil.

It was on an archive list on my university's website.