The purpose of the Mandala Journal Blog is to provide a space of conversation for topics related to the content of our most current issue. This piece was submitted by contributor Bo Schwabacher.
The history of war between my brother and me is segmented by profane slurs. Crying between the crack of my bedroom door and the hallway, the space between my family and me, I heard my brother yell, “Ship her back to Korea in a cardboard box!”
Would the cardboard box have holes?
In the same hallway, which overlooks the family room, Dylan, my older brother, taunted me.
“You’re saying that Asians cannot be racist?” He sparred.
“Yes!” I screamed with my chin arched up towards him.