Being a person of half-Asian ancestry, the Vietnam War was very personal to me. It was not a good time to be a lone Asian in a school full of kids who had fathers, brothers, and uncles in Vietnam.
I can’t tell you how many times I was called names like gook, Jap, Chink and every other epithet they could cull off the TV. Told to go back where I came from, but I already was.
I figured when I joined the Marines after HS, all that BS would stop, but it didn’t.
It was still alive an dwell in the marine Corps.
I even got crap from officers that were just as racist as their kids were........................
Sorry to hear you had to put up with that crap. My dad told similar stories, except he was a three year old boy arriving in the Bronx via Ellis Island in 1927. Germans weren’t very welcome just nine years after WW I ended. Dad learned how to be a good street fighter before they moved to the NY suburbs a few years later.
Children and a lot of people are just ignorant. Add cruel and you have a problem.