Jeremy Lin is the most humble, nicest young man I have ever met. He spent over 30 minutes video-chatting with my Asian American teenage daughter over their shared experience of dealing with racial and ethnic slurs. His talk to my daughter did more to restore her confidence than anyone could have predicted and soon thereafter she began excelling at basketball. After just completing her freshman year in high school (and, of course, transferring from the school that condoned the harassment), she is receiving attention from several major D1 basketball programs. All the best to Jeremy with his new team!

I’m not a fan of cliches or “it-will-get-better” advertisement campaigns, but so many successful people (however you choose to define success — from being a loving father with a wonderful relationship with his daughter to a filthy rich entrepreneur to a popular adult with a wide circle of witty and diverse friends), but please take note of the many “successful” people have emerged much stronger and better equipped for reaching their goals because they went through the senseless hatred and wounds of rejection. I wish the same for your blog audience!

If it were possible for these racist Rockets to look through non-bigoted eyes to see the blatant disrespect for Asian American basketball players, the sheer magnitude of the unwarranted stereotyping and accompanying hatred, surely through the grace of God, they would feel at least some measure of shame and guilt.

No surprise. Same old stereotype that Asians cannot play basketball, a theme from my daughter’s former school where she received racial slurs about her ethnicity and race and those of her friends–by her own teammates. After receiving my racial complaints my then 8th grade daughter was removed from the high school’s varsity team (being told she ” wasn’t good enough to play varsity” by the head coach, who earlier proclaimed my daughter was the most skilled player on the varsity team (though admittedly it was a poor-yo minimally mediocre team) and placed on the JV team, where she was a little-used reserve. Despite my numerous complaints of Title VI violations (of which the school district staff was obviously unaware), no action was taken to help my daughter in any way. After one of the last practices, she told me she would never get a fair shot at playing at that school and should just quit basketball and join her Asian friends (in the essentially all-white school system). It was then that I contacted a prominent civil rights group who wrote the school system concerning my daughter’s mistreatment, but like me, the civil rights group’s complaints were ignored also. Eventually, the group would file with the zu.S. Department of Education, a matter still being investigated though my daughter transferred to a new school, after playing on an AAU team that won the State AAU Division I Tournament, where she is thriving both academically and socially. Oh, and that stereotype (perpetuated at my daughter’s former school) that Asians can’t play basketball? Well, someone better remind my daughter again of this truism, and also the NCAA High Division I universities now recruiting her, only a year and a half removed from coming off the bench, only sparingly, on a crappy JV team at a classless high school.