Oh, okay. No joke. “There’s no such place as Taiwan,” he retorted. “What do they speak?
Taiwanese??” Fast forward a decade. I had just graduated from college and started
my first job in corporate America at AOL Time Warner, Los Angeles. Most of the management was white. I recall of multiple departments with many employees, occupying two floors, and in a racially diverse city of millions, myself and another Black co-worker were the only people of color. One day I was chatting with my white male boss in his office about his long-time Asian girlfriend. As she was second generation
Chinese American, I asked him if he had ever been to China to visit her family.