Tastes Like War: A Memoir

by Grace M. Cho

Food was her first line of defense against a deep and abiding fear of the Other that permeated the collective unconscious of the white working-class community in which we landed.

And I did in fact lose her to a kind of death—one where she withdrew from the social, a death in which society rendered her worthless and disposable. It was a stereotype that erased her personhood, and especially her motherhood. Because psychotics are not viewed as capable of loving or being loved.

So it is better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive.