When people in China inquire about where I’m from and I answer, heads shake, laughter erupts, and people ask: “what were your people THINKING? “ I’m ashamed because the words, I don’t know, seem so inadequate and small when trying to explain this monstrous mess we are now in.
And you don’t stop even for a second to wonder why people think it’s ok to treat you like this? It’s obviously not everybody who is treated with such casual contempt. Maybe it’s time to take a short break from fretting about the fate of humanity and concentrate on what your public persona is like and why.