As an Asian-American, the second I talk about race, I’m suddenly “ungrateful” and “you can’t have problems because you’re a smart privileged Asian.” Whether I kneel or stand or shout or protest or riot or call my senator, it doesn’t matter: I’m never seen anyway. I don’t count. Asian-Americans are explicitly and implicitly told to be grateful, shut up, stay passive, don’t rock the boat, or else you better get back on the boat. The daily message to “model minorities” (even from other minorities) is to get back in the house, do my nails and dry cleaning, and that you have no say in this. We’re told to “stay in your lane,” but we never had one. I’m a sub-human, second-class, invisible, switchable punchline. Asian? Shrug. Who cares. Except I do care. I will keep trying.