" The Tustin police seemed reluctant to publicise the racial implication of the crime. For instance, the Tustian Weekly omitted the words- I killed a jap- in their rendition of Lindberg's letter.' Wait, they did edit it. I don't get it. Why the hell would they do that?"
"I am sorry"
Junes looked up from the article. Margaret hold out a hand and placed it on top of his. He couldn't tell if it was trembling because his own hand was shaking pretty badly now.
"Why are you sorry?"
"Because you're Korean"
"So?"
"He was one of your people"
Junseok snatched his hand away from her. Hequicklc shoved it under the table.
"I'm Korean-American," he said.
"But still"
"Still what? This guy was Vietnamese. How is he one of my people?"
"Well, both of you are Asians"
Junseok stared back at her sincere eyes, then at his hand under the table. He wanted desperately to explain how non-sensical her comment was, but instead, he folded up the paper slowly and carefully. Tucking it under his arm, he got up , and whiteout saying anything to her, walked towards the exit. She called from behind, but he walked on, feeling the dirties expand inside him like a large flower. Each step quickened until he was running, running out the door and into the street, running past people and cars, running without the finest idea of what he was running from, to a place that he couldn't possibly picture in his mind. "

― Tablo , Pieces of You