2022 marked two anniversaries – the 100th year since my a-gong (Taiwanese for paternal grandfather) C.J. Hung was born and the 10th year since he died. In his honor, I reflect on some of his experiences, many of which I’ve only recently learned of. I base this post on conversations I had with him, my ongoing conversations with my dad, and my own personal research.
Yesterday, we marked World Refugee Day, and we did so under surreal circumstances. The uproar over the current administration’s policy of forcibly taking migrant children from the arms of their parents and sending them en masse to shelters far away continued to burn, despite the president’s signing an executive order supposedly stopping the practice. The same day, the administration’s Secretary of State praised the “strength, courage, and resilience” of refugees.
Feminist Asian Dad 