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Personal Narrative: Turkish And Arab Immigrants

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Growing up in Southern California, I was constantly surrounded by people with different ethnic backgrounds. As I grew older, I found myself to be most passionate about issues surrounding the intersections of race, gender, and class. When arriving in Berlin, I had previous knowledge that there were a large number of Turkish and Arab immigrants. Because of my minor in Arabic and interests in Middle Eastern politics and Islam, I found the Turkish and Arab population to be a large focus of my attention during my time here. Coming from Orange County where a large Arab population resides, many of my friends are of Middle Eastern descent. Through the years I have witnessed my friends being called “terrorists” and victimized because of their appearance.

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