Speak of the Dead: Seeking the Stories of My Refugee Family
The first generation of refugees have the power of selective memory. Children like me learned early to tiptoe around our families and their traumas.
History is written by those who win.
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Something unexpected cracks me open every year: Tonight, it was my daughter, recognizing the name I’d given her because I couldn’t give her the woman herself.
We’d denounce the marches and torches and chants. When that moment passed, we’d continue to live with the ghosts of our country’s peculiar legacy.