“If he dies, he dies, I don’t give a f — -” popped up on my watch while I was about to jog that Sunday morning. Another Asian stabbed by an attacker coming out of nowhere in New York. The public should take attacks like this seriously, instead of considering it as a story we leaf through on the morning meal. However, the majority still can not see any news covering anti-Asian violence. A voice kept haunting in my head while I was trying to focus on the run along the river, saying that what if we Asians have never immigrated to America. We probably would not have had to grave this kind of sorrow. If we had stayed in our Asian roots, the 75-year-old Asian-American would not have been murdered in Oakland on that black Tuesday. If we had been aware of the hatred earlier, we would have been more cautious even just a regular walk on a normal street. If we had outspoken like the black, the voices would have been loud enough to catch attention. If people out there had believed the effect of treating people with kindness, nothing would have happened. The blood, the tears, the fears, the suffering, and the suffocation of keeping up our guard 24 hours devastate the American dreams we hope.
On my way back home, I saw a father and his daughters chasing each other on the grass. It might be my future if I survive the violence. I heard the swishing sound made by a mother and her son. I may have a chance to weave swords with my son if the park is a safe place to go. I was accidentally captured in a photo that a father took for his baby. I think I will be an overreactive father that shoots pictures of his innocent baby if I no longer have to worry about the shooting gun. I could not help but stop at the sandpit. There were boys and girls building sandcastles with joys on their faces. I hope that they can build cities on the heart they love. I hope that they can live in the mansions on Mars with extraterrestrial beings being their neighbors. I hope the world is different. I wish the discrimination had never existed. To the dream-breakers, my life matters, so do all of my yellow-skin fellows.
