I grew up as one of the few Asians in a predominantly white, small Catholic New England town. Every day on the school bus and in the school hallways, I was getting punched, spat at and getting my hair pulled for simply not being white.
I looked down at the two wooden objects on the concrete floor, baffled. "See? They're smiling at you," my grandma said. It wasn't until years later when I that I stopped by the Chao-Tian Temple (also called Matzu Temple) and tried to understand the significance of the block throwing.