People want too much approval if they had never gotten it at home. War happens in homes, too. I know that it happened in mine.
Westerners must have seemed like a foreign species.
In my nap just now I thought about my parents moving to the west, to England in the 1980s, and the amount of racism that they would have experienced.
Ostensibly they left because of poverty or backwardness in China, but what violence were they going to create on their way to another country. I feel as if sometimes we have been living in violence for so long that we are desensitized to it, that we are no longer able to feel it. Sometimes I feel like I’m still fighting a war.
Sometimes I think I’ve seen more war than most.