#CHARLES MELTON IN LOVE HARD HOW TO#
A truth that at my young age, I didn’t know how to protect her, and it broke my heart.Ĭomments from friends about my house smelling funny because of my mother’s home-cooked Korean meals and kimchi caused me to carry shame. It demeaned her and in turn triggered something in me that I’ve long buried deep inside. I remember people talking down to my mother as if she didn’t belong. But there was always pain in these interactions. My earliest memories are with her, out in the world among friends and strangers. With that, I’ve been thinking a lot about my mother. Over these past few months, I’ve reexamined my roots. What could be more American than having a father who risked his life to serve and protect my country? I always thought of myself as a proud American citizen who was grateful for my civil liberties. He dedicated most of his life to our freedom. We were born in Juneau, Alaska and spent our childhoods at military bases: Camp Humphreys in South Korea, Fort Hood in Texas, and Stork Barracks in Germany.įor two years, my father was deployed and fought for our country, leading soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan. Soon after, they welcomed me and my two sisters, Patricia and Tammie. My parents fell in love despite the negative connotations attached to their union. My parents met in Korea when my father was stationed there as an Army soldier. In light of the recent horrors, I am compelled to share my story.
I am conflicted by my racial identities and the trauma that comes with that. And I question whether I am enough at all. I’ve often been told that I’m not Asian enough.
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