They are your parents. They brought you to America when you were a child. They went to work and you went to school in the inner city. At school, you did not wear name brand clothing nor did you speak English. Your name soon became “Ching Chong,” “Chinaman” and “Chow Mein.” Other children laughed at your language, your culture, your ethnicity and your race because of something called discrimination. You said nothing at this point because you had not yet learned how to say “fuck you.”