“They assume I’m a terrorist.”
I’ll always remember that statement shared with me 2 ½ years ago by a then high school senior who asked me to photograph her and a friend at the International Festival Faribault.
Nasteho, a native of Kenya, posed with Nimo for this beautiful portrait of the pair. They were among students volunteering at the fest.
What Nasteho told me that August day in 2012 broke my heart. She’d been subjected to ongoing insults from a customer in her workplace, felt stares at the grocery store, been flipped the bird while driving. All because of the way she dressed, her skin color and her ethnicity.
“There is no respect for Somalis,” she concluded.
I couldn’t disagree with her. I’d heard the negative comments, too, about Faribault’s newest immigrants.
Despite the outright prejudice Nasteho had already endured at such a young age, she did not appear bitter or angry, only desiring of respect and understanding. She seemed wise beyond her years. Poised. Thoughtful. Well-spoken.
I recall thinking, if only those who hold disdain for Somalis could meet Nasteho. They would see her as the beautiful, young and spirited woman I photographed.
It is the personal connections that bridge differences. I believed that then. I still believe that now.
This is part of a series, Minnesota Faces, featured every Friday on Minnesota Prairie Roots.
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