My Dad Was My First Racist

I remember the day I became a social pariah, too different for even my own dad to care.

THE BANKS FAMILY, South Korea, circa 1968: I’m covering my hand in this family portrait, because I accidentally cut my finger with a bobby pin, cried, and got slapped by my parents for embarrassing them in front of the professional photographer. I had to learn to control my emotions early on in life, for other people. Or else. Perfect co-dependent grooming. Photo courtesy of the author.