On March 27, my girlfriend and I were on our way to pick up sushi when a random man approached our parked car and raised his middle finger at us. As we crossed the street toward the restaurant, I heard, “F k China! F k Japan!” I turned around to see that same middle finger pointed at me, my ethnicity, my race, and my heritage. Blatant racism is nothing new to me I first experienced racism at the age of six, before I could even speak English, days after my arrival to the U.S. from Wuhan, China. At that moment, I did not know that only an hour later, the same man would be filmed harassing and threatening Rebecca Ng, an Asian woman riding the Metro.