My Aunt is a Racist Immigrant


“It’s not immigrants, it’s immigrants.”

These were the words that came out of my Vietnamese aunt one summer day. Our family was all outside enjoying the warm Canada breeze, beers in our hand, a fire pit blazing, and marshmallows for her children that couldn’t stop running around the pool.

I looked at her in astonishment from that one statement. We, our family, are Vietnamese…