I arrived in London exhausted and excited with trepidation for the task I had at hand: see all of London in one day. My flight landed at 7am and my first overseas experience was of course making it through immigration. Standing in the "non-UK resident" line (or que as they call it in London) it dawned on me that people; regardless of race, gender, age, etc. are simply a citizen of a foreign country if you are traveling internationally. It doesn't matter if you were born on the wrong side of the tracks or which ethnicity box you checked off on your employment application. I had been compacted down to a few simple facts: my name is Heather Hampton, I am a US born citizen, and that's my picture to prove it. I took the subway,
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