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I'm glad someone brought these difficulties to light, because here in Mongolia can get similarly xenophobic. A few teachers and some students in my school years have made snide remarks about me working to overtake the academic scores upon finding out my hafu lineage. Luckily, since my mother's Japanese, me & my siblings got off fairly lightly. But upon coming into Japan, although we were stared at from time to time, we never really experienced racism within or corresponding discrimination. They knew that we weren't full blooded, but few problems came by even in Japanese only areas. Here's what my worst experience was for discrimination:

 A girl I met back in grade 9 asked me out for dinner & a movie in Darkhad offered to hitch me a ride to my ger, & her dad came up the dark gravel road in a bright blue jeep, we got around to sharing more about our lives. When I shared that my mother was a shrine keeper's daughter, his mood lit up, until I revealed that she's Japanese. By then, a glint appeared in his left eye, & he revealed that he was part of Dayar Mongol, leaving me shivering under my hat. About midway to my home, he reached for my neck, & snarled at me in a chilling way in an already cold night. He warned me if I dare take his daughter as a permanent date, that he'll slit my stomach in cold blood. From then on, I rarely revealed my truth except with close friends & if I'm with the date girls often enough or are close enough.

By high school graduation, things more or less smoothed out even when I met who turned out nationalist since I looked enough the part to pass by without danger even in bars. Me & my brother took to the bars quite frequently before he moved to Japan.

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