It isn’t hatred, but an awareness of one slight after another that continues to be a pattern for the Indian diaspora. Ex: A local convenience store next to my home changed ownership recently and was bought by an Indian owner. A store that I usually stopped at 4X a week; whether on the way to work or on my way home. For ten years, the staff and manager remained practically the same. I knew the morning clerk’s father retired in the area after his military service and that she grew up here. That her daughter went to the same school she attended, and that her sports team was fundraising to take a group trip to Japan. I contributed to her efforts. I also knew the store manager, and that his dad died this year. Mine did as well. We talked about the numerous things a son has to take care of after a parent dies. The other shift workers had ties to the region and family. These weren’t just nameless, faceless gas station clerks constantly on a Bluetooth call to the homeland. They were part of the community. People I felt a connection to as fellow Americans. Went into the store yesterday. A short, polite Indian was behind the counter. I asked where the regular afternoon clerk was. Fired. Where was the old manager? Fired. "Everyone fired?”, I asked. Yes, all replaced by his co-ethnics he says. Now, some will use sophist rhetoric about how businesses change hands, employees are let go, just a part of the economic process, etc. Explain away, I don't really care. All I see is a colonizing, locust mentality treating my nation and my people like expendable economic meat widgets. A group of extreme in-group preference, nepotistic Izzat culture. So no, I don’t hate anyone. But I also don’t see one good thing about this diaspora if this is the result of their behavior. A reckoning is long overdue.