I grew up in the minority-majority city of Miami. The “dominant” culture consisted of several ethnic minority populations. The rarity of this became obvious to me when my white adoptive parents carted me across the county to small town Minnesota, where minorities, are well… actually a minority. It’s like that old adage: “How does a fish know when it’s wet?” Even though I’d always been a minority, so was everyone else. Because of this, my unique perspective felt normal.