Synopsis/Details
I took a cab down to Chinatown once, and we were stuck in traffic. The driver was a Caucasian male with a thick NY accent. He pointed at the crowd of Asians, annoyed, and said to me, "look, so many of 'them', like cockroaches". I thought, if only this unfortunate soul can see the hardship of immigrating into this country, I wonder if his conscience would allow him to make the same remarks again?
Story & Logistics
Story Situation:
Enmity of kin
