My fifth Hou.
“Where are you from? Where are you going?” asks a truculent man gesturing with a sickle in his hand, a small mob of men behind him wielding similar tools reappropriated for violence.
“I am… Taiwanese.”
On the matter of human history, long and ever has there been a cyclical affair between who is the collective superior and who is the collective inferior. Violent, ceaseless rhythms of hatred and prejudice. Like with the Hutu and Tutsi in Rwanda,…