America ReFramed

Growing up in Charlotte, North Carolina, looking the way that I looked, which was kind of like I look now, but smaller and no beard was a challenge, to say the least.

By like no exaggeration.

my brother and I were the only two Sikh boys, so that was like really isolating and difficult.

- The early musician.

- The bow tie.

Very impressive.

A friend of my mom's drew this.

It's He-Man on a piece of paper in the middle and put on the cake.

- Oh, yeah.

The axe.

I was really into He-Man ironically.

In the fifth grade, some kid pulled off my turban on the playground.

That was the first time that happened.

At that point, I didn't even know how to put on a turban myself, you know?

So I was walking around school the rest of the day, like, with my turban, like, hanging off of my head.

I mean, talk about humiliating.

I also remember filling out this worksheet in school, and I remember my top wish was I wish I could cut my hair.

There was a real desire to be white.