Post by Dawei Sun

I arrived in the U.S. with barely enough English to say “hello.” Four years later, a student handed me a drawing that said: “Brighter than the Sun.” That drawing now sits beside me as I write this, because the Mandarin class I teach may be discontinued. This isn’t just my story. It’s about how language holds memory, identity, and hope. And what we stand to lose when we silence a language.