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I lived on Long Island and was in 3rd or 4th grade. I was invited to a friend's house to play and right before I entered the door, the dad stuck his leg out and blocked me from coming in.
He bent down and looked squared in the eye and asked "Where you from, kid?"
Ummm.... "Taiwan, sir"
He quickly smiled and said "alright, I did some RNR there. You good people".
I later found out that he doesn't let anyone from Vietnam in the house.
I can’t imagine what he would have done if you were from Vietnam. You were a kid just trying to do kid stuff.
Kids should never experience this stuff.
How many Vietnamese people have tried to enter his house?
I think the question should rather be, "How many Vietnamese people's homes did he burn down?"
Can't blame him. There are rules
He's probably having flashbacks from nam.