Helen Young Chang on remembered racism, both explicit and subtle, and what her parents brought from Taiwan to Southern California.
I discovered breakdancing in that VHS time capsule, and that was as close as I’d ever get to a culture that did not exist where I lived.
My kin may have erased themselves, but I won’t erase them. Just as I may be their wildest dreams, they are also mine.
I am not half of anything. I am only me, a single whole with multiple truths.
We Asians were in this thing—racist America—together.
During those first weeks, I was in a never-ending, often failing battle with Penny, then an eight-pound roly-poly of a beagle
And then there is the date that we don’t yet know. The last date—a meaningless number on a calendar until it isn’t.
The simplicity and certainty of the game was precisely what I needed. Who was I to refuse the guarantee of a certain reality?
I dug my hole trying to keep up with a social calendar I couldn’t afford, which is often what happens when you feel like you don’t belong on the social calendar to begin with.