When An Untouchable Has A Crush

When we were growing up, our first crush was so important. And now, just thinking about him makes me want to laugh, but in an affectionate way.

I went to a small Lutheran school affiliated with five churches in St. Louis, and the school had a pretty rigid caste system that felt as strong as India’s caste system. And I was a dalit. If people even talked to me, they were tainted by association.

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