Somewhere in the early 90s, a preteen version of me sits with my big brother at a pizza restaurant in our hometown of Fremont, California. The place is empty, and as we enjoy a slice, a man in his 20s or 30s approaches our table and asks for change.
Young and meek, I looked to my brother, hoping he would take the lead.
“No, we don’t have any,” my brother replied. Intimidated by the situation, I didn’t look up.
As the man stalked out of the restaurant, he yelled, “Why don’t you go back to your own country!”Continue reading “Being told to “Go Back to Where You Came From” is more than just racism”