@PhoenixSerenity
Even as a kid I remember just how racist Vic was in the 80s. It was also when I realized that my parents were racists, in spite of consistently saying they weren't racist. I made friends with an amazing girl from Vietnam and we totally hit it off.
I was invited to her house for dinner and her family made me feel so welcome. I tasted the best soup I'd ever had in my life.
When my parents found out I had gone to dinner at a refugee's house they got super weird and basically forbade me from hanging out with her, even at school because "we don't know how those people raise their kids."
Um, maybe like goddamn human beings who love their fucking children?
40 years later I am still a heartbroken 6 year old over it, but I also loved finding out in my 30s that I was actually of Asian decent.
My mom was dying of a leukemia that only affects people of Mongolian and Northern Chinese decent and I realized there was a whole lot of family history that had been silenced and unspoken for years. It was a bleak way to find out, but her anti-Asian sentiments became laughable at best in a morose way in the end.
Hugs for the endurance and survival of your parents.