We Build Museums So We Can Someday Stop Building Cages: A Taiwanese American Reflection from the Jing-Mei White Terror Memorial Park

This essay was originally written for my personal newsletter, but I hope its reflections on heritage, human rights, and ethical imagination may resonate with the broader Taiwanese American community. đŸ«¶ Hello from Taipei, where I’ve collected so many museum pamphlets and cute paraphernalia that I am tempted to start a junk journal (though now that I think about it, this Substack is an intellectual junk journal of sorts). I’m so grateful to have also spent time this week with people I’ve


Ghost Month in Taiwan: When the Gates of the Underworld Open

It is currently Ghost Month in Taiwan, also known as 侭慃節 (ZhƍngyuĂĄn JiĂ© / Ghost Festival), a traditional holiday observed on the 15th day of the 7th lunar month, usually in August. It is believed that during this time, the gates of the underworld open, allowing spirits to roam the human world. The festival has roots in Taoism, Buddhism, and folk beliefs. In Taoism, it is tied to the birthday of the deity DĂŹ Guān (ćœ°ćź˜ć€§ćž), who pardons sins. In Buddhism, it corresponds to Ullambana,


Claiming Taiwanese American Identity: A Third-Generation Perspective

Being a fresh-out-of-undergraduate 22-year old is not fun in the current U.S. job market. Luckily, I've decided to leave the country for a year, delaying the mundane process of the job search—or as I like to call it, “delaying adulthood”—to spend a year in Taiwan as a Fulbright English Teaching Assistant. It sounds like a laissez-faire dream, but I didn’t stumble upon this opportunity by happenstance. Bicultural Upbringing I come from a family that takes immense pride in their Taiwanese


Keng-lùm Su-iⁿ: Writing A New Chapter for Tùi-gí

Meet the educator-activists turning the tide on Mandarin hegemony to nurture a new generation of Taiwanese speakers and storytellers. [caption id="" align="alignnone" width="2048"] From L to R: HĂŽ PhĂš-chin, LĂ»i BĂȘng-hĂ n, Tīⁿ TĂȘng-tĂȘng, Ong Úi-pek[/caption] Founded in 2024, Keng-lĂąm Su-iⁿ (The Mosei Academy of Taiwanese Language and Literacy) has quickly become a dynamic and influential forces in TĂąi-gĂ­ (Taiwanese) language revival. Rooted in a pragmatic praxis, the collective’s


Who Gets to be Taiwanese?

Contrary to many of my compatriots, I find Taiwan’s noisy democracy charming. After living in China for nearly a decade, where the apparatus for silencing is robust and ever-present, I revel in the cacophony of campaign trucks blaring pleads for votes and thousand-strong rallies with hawkers selling unlicensed campaign merch. I’m not even embarrassed by the lawmakers fist-fighting in parliament (legislative yuan) anymore.  I have been watching the recall votes in Taiwan with pride. The recall


Rediscovering My Heart Language: A Taiwanese American Mother’s Journey to Relearn Mandarin

Like many Taiwanese Americans, Mandarin Chinese was the primary language spoken at home in my early childhood years, before formal public schooling rendered English as the dominant language to take over our household. Growing up, I have fond memories of being woken up by my mother’s soundtrack of soulful Mandarin pop ballads as she cooked rice porridge for us on early Sunday mornings. I remember being captivated by the background sounds of sword fights and long winded monologues of Chinese


Change in Atmosphere: Creative Non-Fiction by Evelyn Wu

  It was someone else dressed in this striped red uniform, someone else who slung the same red backpack everyone was required to use on her shoulder, hiding the real reason she was trembling by the weight of the backpack. It wasn’t me who smiled a watery smile with a pounding heart, social anxiety kicking in stronger than before. It was my first day of sixth grade, back to school after abruptly leaving my 5th grade class back in America. When Covid hit, I refused the masks and social


On Stubborn Roots: Creative Nonfiction by Charis Chu

藕斷ç”Č連 is a Chinese idiom. It roughly translates to The broken lotus is connected by its fibered thread. é˜żć©†, my grandmother, described it to me one night in the dining room of what used to be our apartment, tucked away in the hills of Taipei. I was probably tracing sheet after sheet of Chinese characters, painstakingly going over each brushstroke with an incorrect pencil grip, fostering the bump on my ring finger that still exists today. Homework took hours back then. I can see it—me,


A Republic of Taiwan: Breaking the Chains

Editor's Note: A Republic of Taiwan: Breaking the Chains was submitted by high schooler Chloe Wu Shih to the 2024 Betty L. Yu and Jin C. Yu Creative Writing Prizes and recommended by judge Charles Yu as noteworthy for publication. We are pleased to share this impressive, deeply researched piece representing the views of the writer; in particular, Shih notes that Taiwan's history traces back to the roots of the Republic of China though it is our editorial position that Taiwan has a 6,000-year


Koi Fish: A TAF Story by Brady Nichols

Editor’s Note: The Taiwanese American Foundation’s summer conference has been running for over four decades, cultivating among 3+ generations its vision “for people of Taiwanese heritage to make a profound impact on humankind in unique and compassionate ways.” TAF is also the “ancestral home” of TaiwaneseAmerican.org; many of our board of directors, staff, and longtime volunteers (including our founder, Ho Chie Tsai, and the creator of the Betty L. Yu and Jin C. Yu Creative Writing