“Nationalist!”
The smug, contemptuous jeer of one upperclassman boy upon realizing that I was one, Taiwanese, and two, insistent on being referred to as such.
Wait, what sort of insult was that? Dumbfounded, I failed to think of a single retort.
“Taiwan is not a country! It’s not part of the United Nations.”
The haughty teasing of an otherwise friendly and likeable girl who happened to be Chinese as we sat together on the school lawn during lunch. What...