I started sharing stories about my Korean American immigrant family back in 2017, the first time this country elected an administration that made its xenophobia painfully obvious. This revealed to me that a lot of people had no idea what my family was like. Too many people viewed “American” through a monochromatic lens and I wanted to do my part in diversifying that lens, mostly through food and storytelling. I didn’t want to “ruffle any feathers” or be “too direct,” for fear of making people too defensive, which would, in my opinion, cut off any meaningful or potentially productive discussion. It is really, really hard to confront the fact that it feels like I’m right back where I started in 2017. I’ve been telling my stories, sharing our food, with the hope that in addition to loving our kimchi, you’ll grow to love the people who brought you that kimchi. I’ll be honest: I’m not sure any of it worked. Sometimes, when I read the news or see yet another person being separated from thei...