Growing up, everyone knew that I was half Chinese, half Caucasian. They could see it in my face, and if they didn’t, my mother was always there with her accent and Chinese face making me stand out from the usual sea of Caucasians. It was even worse for me in the Chinese community. There were all those smooth, round faces with gorgeously slanted eyes, and I was the ugly child with acne and my father’s Roman nose. Plus, I also spoke too loud, ran too fast, and sweated like a white kid.
So I refused to go to Chinese school, I hated everything that smacked of ethnicity, and when my mother tried to get me to wear a Chinese jacket, I kicked it into the closet. I declared myself an American and everything Asian could go to hell. Or at least to […]