Racism

As a chinese immigrant, I live with racism everyday. As a matter of fact, it is the first gift I received from America as I landed at the LAX for the first time. "So, tell me, why are you Chinese all coming to America?" the custom officer asked me in a condescending way without even looking at me. I forgot how I answered him, and he didn't even bother to listen, after all, it was rather an insult than a question. Time flies, four years have been passed since that day, yet that comment still hurts. I remember one time, I dated a guy who was born and raised here in America, he asked me a question that really got my tongue tied. He asked "why did you come here, leaving all your family and friends in China behind? why?" yeah, why? I guess that is something the lucky and blessed Americans will never be able to fanthom. and it's not like I never stuggled with that question. I love my country, and I didn't leave her behind. I love my family and friends, and nothing will tear us apart. I am here because I want a better life, I am here to fulfill a dream that might not be realised in my own country, and I am here to learn skills so I could go back to build a stronger China, is that too much to comprehend? You can give me cold shoulders when I need help, you can ignore me when I ask you a question, and you can put your smile away when you see me after sending a white customer away, but, let me tell you, you can never take my dignity, my pride, and my love for my own identity away, the only things you take away are your own conscience and humanity.