Breaking The Deal
I grew up in a middle-income, almost all-white suburb of New York City. Kids picked fights with me because I had funny eyes and they wanted to see if I knew Kung Fu. (I didn’t.) I knew better than to ask my father for help. He — the strong and silent type — expected me to bear adversity without complaint. So I would come home and ask my mom why no one liked me. She told me that because we were different I needed to work harder, become rich and successful and then I’d have lots of friends. I nodded, taking her words to heart. If I was successful, no one would see me as Asian.