My great, great, grandparents crossed the Pacific from China to find gold in San Francisco, and then to build the railroad. They were coolie laborers. It’s nothing short of miraculous that I am even here, because of the anti-Asian laws of the late 19th century, Chinatown was essentially a bachelor society. But my great great grandmothers and grand aunties held it down. To be woman in white supremacist America and in the very patriarchal Chinese-American community, was nothing short of trying. I truly am a Frisco flower child. But seriously, my parents were straight up products of 1960s San Francisco; truly wavy individuals and actually high school sweethearts from Lowell High School. My dad first saw my mom at a school dance, kickin’ it in a daisy chain. And here I am!
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