That’s something I used to believe. That’s something I felt passionately about. As a teenager I resented it when people told me that more women should enter the fields of science, technology, engineering, and mathematics. To me, that statement seemed to carry an implication of: “women aren’t smart enough to enter STEM fields on the basis of their own merit”. After all, why should one’s gender, or any other innate trait, matter in relation to their field of study? Why bring it up at all?

Science is the universal language, a field based on logic and reason: one in which…

Kenneth Anderson and the Superficial Friendliness of Colonialism

One of my most vivid memories is from when I was thirteen, and spending the summer in India. I lay on my cot in the muggy Chennai evening and, with bated breath, watched a man-eating panther creep across a branch.

Well, alright – I wasn’t watching it, I was only reading about it, but in that dense hot twilight the big cats in Kenneth Anderson’s jungle stories leapt off the page and into my mind’s eye. I was terrified, but nevertheless couldn’t put the book down, spellbound by the cadence of Anderson’s…

Tropes like the ‘Disposable Sex Worker’ are harmful

Red dresses float from tree branches, a stark reminder of the thousands of missing and murdered Indigenous women and girls in Canada and the US. Source: Vogue.

There is a trope which seems ubiquitous across crime literature: the Disposable Sex Worker. She is faceless, nameless save perhaps for a pseudonym. She may belong to queer or racialised identities, as many sex workers do in real life: 47% of Black trans women have engaged in sex work in their lifetimes, mostly as a means of survival in a harshly anti-Black and anti-trans society. At best she is a sympathetic caricature, a one-dimensional person whose death is more important than her life. …

…but maybe he should have.

Image description: A cartoon by David Horsey, implying that it’s unfair to criticise Thomas Jefferson for being a slaveowner, coloniser, and rapist because he was born in the eighteenth century.

I disliked Hamilton when it first came out. This is, perhaps, a surprising confession, because I was exactly its target audience: a brown teenager with a bit (okay, a lot) of an American history obsession and a diehard love of musicals. But at 19, when I first heard the soundtrack, I was less than impressed, especially with Lin-Manuel Miranda’s admittedly slightly-off-key voice. Still, I wasn’t entirely opposed to Hamilton: the more musicals about American history, the better.

My view on Hamilton has not changed much over the last five years, but the reasons why I…

What it is… and what it isn’t

Image description: A partial close-up of a North Indian woman’s eyes and forehead. In between her eyebrows, a red sticker bindi is visible. Source: Wikipedia.

I wore a bindi for nearly the entirety of my senior year of college.

It’s not that I was particularly traditional: I was raised by semi-practising, liberal, agnostic parents who themselves were raised in very orthodox families. As a toddler I had an aksharaabhyaasam, the traditional South Indian ritual which takes place just before a child enters school. I grew up painting a silver bust of Lakshmi at the end of every summer, to celebrate Lakshmi puja. In the winter, weeks before Christmas lights went up, my family would gather to set off firecrackers for Diwali. But beyond a handful…

Image description: A picture of an Indian character from Steven Universe. She has medium-brown skin, a slightly hooked nose, and no lips.

That is Connie Maheswaran, a character from Steven Universe. I’ve never seen the show, but I know of Connie. After all, she’s one of the few Indian American characters in animation – which means that a large proportion of Indian Americans (myself included) have been compared to her, physically.

This statement: “You look like Connie!” boggled me the first time I heard it – mostly because I look nothing like her. I cannot possibly over-emphasise how unlike Connie…

A picture of the WhatsApp logo (a chat bubble with a phone in it). A crude frowny face has been drawn over it in black
A picture of the WhatsApp logo (a chat bubble with a phone in it). A crude frowny face has been drawn over it in black
Image Source: Wikipedia, with edits from myself.

#StopAsianHate – from other Asians, too…


I am speaking as a fellow member of the American diaspora, a second-generation Indian-American who is deeply connected to my roots in both countries. There is so much about the diaspora I love, especially the passion I see in emerging activist efforts. We are a vibrant and resilient community. And yet, when it comes to racism, our track record leaves so much room for improvement.

We have almost all experienced some form of discrimination based on our ethnic background before. It’s difficult not to, when you’re brown and first- or second-gen American. I…

My ancestors were not slaveholders. But my great-great-grandfather fought. He had federal troops coming into Norfolk. He said, ‘Nuh-uh, I’ve got to join the army and defend my home state.’

This is a quote taken from an article published yesterday in The Atlantic. The woman who made this statement, a white Southern lady who helps run one of the largest Confededate cemeteries in the nation, said it to the piece’s author: a Black man. She spoke to him politely and seemed bothered by the Sons of Confederate Veterans’ tendency to raucously shout neo-Confederate slogans every Memorial Day. …

I did not think too hard about caste, growing up in the South Asian diaspora. In fact, I have only one childhood memory pertaining to it. A friend of mine, a fellow Indian American, said she was a kshatriya. I thought about the valiant warriors in my Amar Chitra Katha comic books, and felt a pang of jealousy: I was only a boring Brahmin.

For a long time, I was sheltered from what exactly caste meant. I knew mine, but didn’t talk about it or take pride in it. I knew that in India, people of different, supposedly “lower” castes…

I watched two social justice movies recently: Pink, which deals with Indian rape culture, and Article 15, which has a similar theme with the added layer of caste discrimination. Both of them were extremely well-taken, and I immediately recommended them to my friends.

But while watching each movie, I noticed one detail which made me pause. In many respects these films are groundbreaking – they venture into territory mainstream Bollywood is loathe to touch. And yet, both lean into one particular trope – one they share with masala movies like Chennai Express: the vilest characters are dark-skinned.

I’ve touched upon…

Aditi Ramaswamy

Software engineer; emerging author; almost certainly not a changeling. I write about the uncomfortable parts of Indian & American history & culture.

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