On a Fraternity Death and Painful Search for an Asian-American Identity

Jay Caspian Kang's piece in the New York Times Magazine on the death of a young Chinese American man and a fraternity hazing is one of the most powerful things I've read on Asian America. It broke my heart. Here's a glimpse:

"Asians are the loneliest Americans. The collective political consciousness of the ’80s has been replaced by the quiet, unaddressed isolation that comes with knowing that you can be born in this country, excel in its schools and find a comfortable place in its economy and still feel no stake in the national conversation. The current vision of solidarity among Asian-­Americans is cartoonish and blurry and relegated to conversations at family picnics, in drunken exchanges over food that reminds everyone at the table of how their mom used to make it. Everything else is the confusion of never knowing what side to choose because choosing our own side has so rarely been an option. Asian pride is a laughable concept to most Americans. Racist incidents pass without prompting any real outcry, and claims of racism are quickly dismissed."

This one will stay with me for a long time.