Carmen Rita Wong

He was like a Chinese Johnny Cash. That's what he looked like to me, with a black leather jacket and slick black pants and a pompadour.

He loved to take us to these very fancy Chinese restaurants where his boss would be like sitting on a higher level in the restaurant for more important people, for the VIPs.

He loved to take us to these very fancy Chinese restaurants where his boss would be like sitting on a higher level in the restaurant for more important people, for the VIPs.

He loved to take us to these very fancy Chinese restaurants where his boss would be like sitting on a higher level in the restaurant for more important people, for the VIPs.

We'd be snaking through the restaurant and he'd be saying hi to everybody and bring us up and introduce us to his boss and the people and show us off.

We'd be snaking through the restaurant and he'd be saying hi to everybody and bring us up and introduce us to his boss and the people and show us off.

We'd be snaking through the restaurant and he'd be saying hi to everybody and bring us up and introduce us to his boss and the people and show us off.

We got stared at a little bit, but we very much felt like we were Wongs. This is where we belonged.

We got stared at a little bit, but we very much felt like we were Wongs. This is where we belonged.

We got stared at a little bit, but we very much felt like we were Wongs. This is where we belonged.

He would show up with a wad of bills. And he would love to tease my brother and I and say, you know, do you want $100? Do you want $200? How many dollars do you want?

He would show up with a wad of bills. And he would love to tease my brother and I and say, you know, do you want $100? Do you want $200? How many dollars do you want?

He would show up with a wad of bills. And he would love to tease my brother and I and say, you know, do you want $100? Do you want $200? How many dollars do you want?

My mother and Poppy were cordial. I think what I saw was my mother smiling and being cordial because she wanted him to support us and help support his children.

My mother and Poppy were cordial. I think what I saw was my mother smiling and being cordial because she wanted him to support us and help support his children.

My mother and Poppy were cordial. I think what I saw was my mother smiling and being cordial because she wanted him to support us and help support his children.

Because my mother was working, because Poppy wasn't living with us, and we were shuttled in between people during the day, my big brother was my protector. He was the only constant in my life.

Because my mother was working, because Poppy wasn't living with us, and we were shuttled in between people during the day, my big brother was my protector. He was the only constant in my life.

Because my mother was working, because Poppy wasn't living with us, and we were shuttled in between people during the day, my big brother was my protector. He was the only constant in my life.

I remember one day my mother bringing us to a man's apartment. He was a white man. He had a mustache and this big 70s kind of curly hair and glasses and smoked a pipe and, you know, seemed very educated. The two of us were thinking at the same time, something's happening. What is happening?