By Aasna Shaukat, MD, MPH

I am a female immigrant gastroenterologist from Pakistan, practicing in Minneapolis. Having lived in this country for 22 years and married to a white man, I generally feel that I fit in pretty well. A couple weeks ago at work, I walked into a procedure room and introduced myself to a 66-year-old white male on whom I was about to perform a procedure. There were three other people in the room—a nurse and two techs. I explained the procedure in my usual cheerful voice and asked, “Do you have any questions?” like I always do at the consent process.

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