My Father Is More Than a Model Minority
What makes immigrant parents like mine worthy of love, respect, and admiration in our country?
It looks so ancient,Everyone looks so young.
Xena: Warrior Princess
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My father’s experiences with racism are mostly limited. Or they’re uneventful. When recalling how the chairman of surgery often confused him with the only other Asian resident at the University of Washington—a Japanese man named Tom—he laughs.
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The first time my grandfather crossed the India-Pakistan border was in 1947; the next time he crossed was in 2007, with me.
Often we only talk about what the immigrant gains, or what they “take.” We don’t consider what they have left behind.