Finding family... TEASER

Can one feel one’s life shifting rapidly? That one is on a path to better understanding oneself, building community, and resisting history?

I am working on a personal essay about this past week, about being Vietnamese American, about beginning to bust through barriers built around me.

It has become necessary for me to recognize that there are others like me; that Asian/Vietnamese/American radicals fight; that my work, politics, and being are not contradictory to my history, to the ancestors’ blood running deep in me. I’ve begun to understand that the contradictions of the Vietnamese-American community has held me back from further investigating our heroes, politics, and community. I am peeling back the veil and my heart jumps at what I am starting to see.