As the parent of an Asian American child, do you brace yourself for that moment? Or what about as the parent of a Black child in America?
Scenario one: Young boy’s mother dies of a long drawn out illness; just a few months later, his father also dies of a sudden and quick illness.
Why is it that every time a racist act or gesture is made against an Asian person we feel the need to excuse or give the benefit of the doubt to the transgressor?
Recently, there’s been some attention given to adoptees who have been deported back to Korea, such as Adam Crapser and Phillip Clay.
Shortly after the murders of Alton Sterling and Philando Castile by the hands of overly insecure, highly under qualified white cops, I saw a posting on social media that was an open letter to Black people written by a white man.
I have a Korean friend whose name is also Julie and she loves it. As she says, she is such a Julie.
There seems to be too much loss lately. Of course what happened in Orlando. It’s too much.
By now, over 8 million of us have read the statement written by the convicted rapist, Brock Turner’s, victim whom I’ve named – the Brave Young Woman.
It’s been well over a month since my return from Korea and I still don’t have a concise answer to the question I’ve been asked countless times, “How was your trip?!”
As the news spread around the globe that Prince Rogers Nelson had died, I couldn’t control the way my body was trembling. My breath had been taken away and my body was trying to recover from the punch to my gut, to my heart.