On a lazy afternoon in Florida, I visit a friend of the family at his restaurant. I worked in very this restaurant before, under different management and a different name. I simply called him “Mr. Five” because his surname sounded like the Cantonese word for ‘five’. We catch up on how our lives progressed. At some point, he outright suggests that I should “go back to China to find a Chinese girl; it’ll make your mom happy.” While I didn’t respond in the way that I otherwise might, this conversation filled me with disappointment.
Now, I’ll go into a little detour. I’ll give you a sample list of names, and I’d like you to ponder about what they have in common:
- Anne Frank
- Betty White
- Mother Teresa
- Rosa Parks
- Julia Child