Bullies told me to go back to my country. At first it silenced me, now it spurs me on
Elizabeth Cuna writes: I was a young teenager when it first happened. My little brother and I were outside the bus stop on the way to school. We were laughing and talking about kid stuff. All of a sudden, a group of older teen boys rolled up on their bikes. They circled us, made fun of how we looked and our accents, then they yelled at us to go back to a country they assumed we were from. My little…