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series: magnificat;107
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Beauty recognizes beauty. Cunning sharpens the dull. Solitude searches for a mate. Every object has a beginning; every thought a link; every person a context. Today, a little girl is born. Her name is Quincy – Quincy Anne Chu. Her mother, born in California, is part Irish, Finnish, English, Native American, and French. Her father is an immigrant’s son, born and raised in Ann Arbor, Michigan. His first language is Mandarin. He learned to speak English at school and by tagging along with the kids next door. Quincy’s father was frequently told by his mother how fortunate he was to have been born in America, but, in the same breath, she would remind him that They will always see you through your skin. ‘Zhong Guo’, literally Middle Kingdom, otherwise know as China or People’s Republic of China, was Quincy’s great-grandparents’ homeland. Both sets of great-grandparents fled to Taiwan in 1949 to begin a new life under the Nationalist regime. In 1967, upon being accepted into the doctoral program of mathematics at the University of Michigan, Quincy’s grandfather came to Ann Arbor to look for graduate student housing for married couples. He was a reticent man who read an entire Taiwanese newspaper while eating dinner with his family. So, in addition to riding his big wheel around the cul-de-sac, then his dirt bike around the block, then his very used looking old Volkswagen Rabbit around town, Quincy’s father grew up wondering what his father did all day and dreaming up stories of what he would be when he was all grown. |
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