The old man does know the boy's grandfather.

The two of them have known each other since childhood, and their homes are separated by a street and have taught classes in the same school.

However, the Han family gradually flourished and moved out of this place due to work needs.

The local name "Dabao" was given by Mr. Han's grandfather. It is said that boys are easy to support with such nicknames. The thoughts of the older generation of Chinese have not changed much after they came to the United States.

Most of the residents of Chinatown speak Chinese, while the ancestors of the Han family only know a few English words, but they have lived in Los Angeles safely for more than 20 years.

He is busy with work on weekdays, so the old man rarely returns to Chinatown, and he may not necessarily meet this childhood companion named Huang Wen when he comes. Thinking about it, the two of them have not met for nearly 30 years.

Mr. Han suddenly heard his nickname and his face blushed instantly. He turned his head and glared at him, changing the topic: "My grandson, Han Xuan."

"Come here and let grandpa see, it's so handsome." Old Man Huang waved and smiled, patted the boy's arm and praised, and looked up at Old Man Han: "I often see your news in the newspaper. Congratulations, there are many people here, so go to the bottom of the tree to sit down?"

"Okay, listen to you."

He ordered Jaton to go to the hotel and asked them to do it later. The two old men walked and talked about their respective descendants.

I soon came to a wax tree with dense branches that just blocked the midday sunshine. There was a stinky smell in the air, which was the smell of the sewer.

This place is not far from the residential area. Because tourists come on both sides of the main street, it is decorated very clean and full of Chinese style. Not far away is only a street, but it has completely changed.

The railings of the old shanty towns were full of clothes, and children about the same age as Han Xuan ran around. The streets were not wide and were parked on both sides, making it inconvenient to enter and exit.

White smoke was emitting from the chimney, just as it was cooking time, and many houses were like this. The whole street became hazy, and sewage was discharged along the pipes and winding along the dilapidated cement floor, which was splashed by the vehicles.

"Where are you, Lao Huang, how are you doing recently?"

The old man patted the dust on the edge of the flower bed, sat down regardless of his image, and said with a smile, and when he saw the scene there, he frowned slightly.

"It's not bad, at least much better than before. When we were young, police often came to drive away Sanjian's legs, so did they all discounted. Do you remember?"

"It's just that when I was going to school, I can't see that situation now. The neighbors recommended me to be the mayor a few years ago. Only when I endured more hardships can I understand it. Only when I am tough can I not suffer their sins."

Old Man Huang spoke with a Northeast accent, which was not standard. He learned it from his parents when he was a child and could not change it for decades.

"Of course I remember, how is he doing now?"

"I've been buried in the cemetery in the east. I've been sleeping for more than ten years. I have been leukemia. At that time, a group of people died and left, and there were not many left." The voice was very calm. When people reached a certain age, they became indifferent to life and death. Huang Wen sat hard next to the old man, and seemed to have a bad waist.

He sighed and continued to speak: "I know your company is in the city center, but there is nothing to do. I thought you were busy with so much stuff, so I didn't bother you."

"At that time, you had a business mind. He was the richest in this place and was not even afraid of the police. But I didn't expect that you could do such a big business."

After saying happily, Old Man Huang pointed at the shop on the street: "Who doesn't know you here? Everyone in the Chinese circle is famous. Walmart is across the street. They would rather run a few streets and buy things in your store."

Han Xuan was speechless, standing next to his grandfather, feeling mixed in his heart.

Although the United States has made a lot of progress in racial equality compared to a century ago, invisible discrimination still exists more or less.

Chinese people have always been obedient and do not like fighting due to Confucian culture. The idea of ​​meanness has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Compared with the bustling and bustling cities around, Chinese Street is like an isolated urban village.

It's noon now, and many residents line up to fetch water in the wells on the side of the road. This is hard to imagine in Los Angeles.

Han Xuan suddenly felt that the so-called "Only when China is strong can Chinese people have dignity" is a wrong conclusion that puts the cart before the horse. The discrimination against Asians in the United States is largely discrimination from racial culture, and is not based on whether your motherland is strong.

Let’s look at the black Americans, from slaves more than a century ago, second-class citizens more than half a century ago, to black presidents in later generations, it was not the rise of an African country, but the result of their own unremitting efforts to equality and freedom.

For black Americans, having a black president does not mean that you are black from now on, and you are naturally respected. To get rid of prejudice, black Americans need each of them to continue their own efforts.

If there were three or four criminals in the ten black people, their reputation as a group would naturally not be much better.

This principle is also very applicable to Chinese people. To eliminate these discriminations, it requires the efforts of every Chinese. Those who do not strive for dignity through their own efforts but hope to rely on the strength of their motherland to gain dignity will not be respected in Western society.

For example, Ireland was a very poor country until the mid-twentieth century, but Irish immigrants had not been discriminated against by law like Asians.

During World War II, the Japanese were all sent to concentration camps because they were from hostile countries. Germans and Italians from both hostile countries did not suffer the same experience.

Han Xuan has been staying in the ranch, and Brown University is famous for its human rights equality. Although he often sees the word "racial discrimination" in books, TV and newspapers, he is actually not very clear about it.

Now seeing the backward appearance of Chinatown, the boy understood something.

He felt very uncomfortable now, and his chest seemed to be pressed into a stone.

I remember that a few years later, there would be a horrifying "black riots" incident in Indonesia, and the "930 Incident" in 1965 made him even more angry.

The Washington Post estimated that the Chinese died in that incident was 500,000, Time magazine said 400,000, and the New York Times estimated that the data was between 150,000 and 400,000. Han Xuan didn't know, but admitted that the highest number may exceed 500,000.

There are more than 20 million Chinese living around the world overseas, and they are one of them. The Han family can gain a foothold in the United States, but how many Chinese have fallen into such a situation like these people in front of you.

No one knows.

However, Han Xuan always felt that Chinese people should not do this.
Chapter completed!