I am the grandson of a laborer who immigrated to the (then) Territory of Hawai`i to work in the sugar cane fields. His brother was a pig farmer all his life. His son, my father, became an attorney. His other children, my aunts and uncle, all graduated from college. The village he grew up in was the site for some of the bloodiest battles of WWII.

My mother is the granddaughter of immigrants. Her grandparents were educators who worked as tailors in this country. Her father worked for the department of transportation. Her uncle died in an internment camp in New Mexico. She is a middle school teacher.

My sister is a bengoshi no tamago in Los Angeles. My brother is a film editor. My wife is the only non-native in her company.

I am watching the protests with a mixture of sadness and nostalgia.

How about you?