Story taken with permission from (un)relaxeddad
"I remember when I was nine, a Chinese family moved in next door. It was thirty five years ago in a community that had no notion about other races beyond ignorance at best and fear and irrational hatred at worst. When the family went away for the weekend, someone painted ‘Chinks out’ on their backdoor. I remember my father with a bucket and cloths and detergent kneeling at that door scrubbing away every trace of the graffiti so that when the family returned, they wouldn’t see it."
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