That Moment When You Realize You're Not the Hero
I was maybe ten when I noticed.
It was movie night at school, and the teacher rolled in that rattling AV cart. We watched Home Alone, Matilda, The Parent Trap — all the hits. All the heroes had one thing in common: pale skin, straight hair, and names like Kevin, Annie, or Amanda.
I didn’t think much of it then. Just a strange little ache.
Like being left out of a party I didn’t know was happening.
It took years before I could name it:
Whiteness wasn’t just present in the media I consumed — it was the default. The standard. The unspoken “normal.”
Everyone else was just… other.
Representation” Still Starts From the Outside In
Let’s get something straight: Representation is not just about putting more brown, Black, or Asian faces on screens. It’s about who the story belongs to.
Ever noticed how shows set in NYC somehow have only one Black friend?
Or how South Asians are always doctors, cab drivers, or punchlines?
Or how Indigenous people barely exist unless it’s a Western?
When whiteness is the baseline, diversity becomes decoration.
Even in progressive media, you’ll see it:
White lead, Black best friend.
Diverse cast, white savior plot.
A “first” person of color… in 2025?
Here’s what I noticed:
The camera doesn’t just show us people.
It tells us who we should care about.
What’s Not Named Doesn’t Get Challenged
Here’s the kicker: whiteness is powerful because it’s invisible.
Nobody says “this is a white movie.” It’s just… a movie.
But a Black-led film? That’s a “Black movie.”
An Asian superhero? A “bold move.”
A hijabi on a magazine cover? “Groundbreaking.”
Language exposes the bias. But it also shields it.
Whiteness hides behind terms like:
“mainstream”
“universal”
“relatable”
And when you grow up without seeing yourself in that “universal” story, it messes with your head.
You wonder if your life is too niche to matter. Too foreign to be heroic.
You internalize the message: I’m not the protagonist of this world.
The First Time I Saw Me
A weird thing happened when I watched Never Have I Ever.
It wasn’t perfect. The jokes were cringe. The mom was over-the-top.
But still, it hit me.
There she was: an awkward, angry, Indian girl with brown skin, dead dad trauma, and a mouth that got her into trouble.
She wasn’t sidekick. She wasn’t exotic.
She was center frame.
And just like that, I realized what I’d been missing all along.
It wasn’t just about seeing someone “like me.”
It was about finally believing I could matter in the story.
What Happens When the Default Is Disrupted?
Maybe that’s why backlash always follows inclusive media.
People say things like:
“This feels forced.”
“Why does everything have to be political now?”
“Can’t we just have a good story without all this identity stuff?”
But what they really mean is:
“I’m uncomfortable when whiteness isn’t the center of gravity.”
When whiteness loses its default status, it feels like loss — even though it’s just balance.
That’s how you know the system is working as designed.
Because when equity looks like oppression to the dominant group,
you’re finally shifting the lens.
No Clean Ending, Just a Door Slightly Ajar
There’s no satisfying way to end this.
No list of “top 5 diverse shows you should watch.”
No preachy wrap-up.
Just this:
Some kid somewhere is still waiting to see themselves on screen —
Not as a token, not as a stereotype,
but as the story.
And maybe, if enough of us notice the silence,
we’ll start filling in the frame.
But hey, what do I know?
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