It was my first year in Canada. We were all in our car and I wanted to ask my dad about a word I heard at school. I waited for a lull in the conversation and asked “Pa, what does chink mean?”
He paused. My 13 year old brain sensed there was something wrong.
“How did you hear that word?”
I told him a classmate said it to me during recess. It was something tossed my way in a very casual manner that I didn’t even sense anything wrong with it. He told me the next time my classmate says that, I should tell my teacher. My memory is fuzzy what happened when we got home. I’m pretty sure both my parents spoke to me.
That school year, I learned almost every racist term for every race from my class mates.