835: Children of Dave
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Prologue: Prologue
Ira Glass
My dad's ATM password was 1119 till the day he died. 1119 was also in the password for his home WiFi network. 1119 was shorthand for 1119 Bayard Street, which is where his grandfather, my great grandfather, owned a tiny grocery store on the ground floor of a house in downtown Baltimore in the 1920s, '30s, '40s, '50s.
Picture a neighborhood bodega, and you've got the general size of this thing. The family lived upstairs, worked downstairs. So much happened at 1119 Bayard. So many things about our family were set in motion there. But my sisters and I only got little scraps of stories about the place, this handful of family-defining origin stories that got trotted out now and then.
Like, for instance, there was the one about the chickens. My dad and his brother Lenny both worked in the store from the time they were little kids. And chickens were slaughtered at the store, which freaked them out, both of them. To the point where, decades later, as grown men, neither of them ate chicken, and they'd explain this was the reason why.
Or there's the story about my great grandfather's bookkeeping skills. I'm actually named for my great grandfather, Isadore Friedlander. My parents chose Ira instead of Isadore because Isadore Glass is a parsable English sentence-- "Is a door glass?" My mom once told me that they picked Ira over the alternatives because it sounded less Jewish to them, which just goes to show how completely, utterly Jewish their entire world was back then.
I've heard all my life what a kind-hearted man Isadore was and a soft touch, which brings me to this next story we would hear now and then. During the Depression, when everybody in the neighborhood was broke and buying on credit, Isadore set up a system where every customer would have a little book, like this flimsy paper thing, where he would write down what they owed.
But the thing about the system was the customer kept the book. Maybe you see the problem with this. All the time, customers would show up at the store and say, I lost my book. And Isadore would say to them, ah, it's OK. What do you think you owe? And then they'd say some not very high number. And he'd write it down and hand them a new book to take home.
Years later, my dad became a certified public accountant. And this became one of those "the day Peter Parker got bit by the radioactive spider" sort of origin stories, what bad bookkeeping he saw his grandfather do at 1119 Bayard and how he was going to do better.
I'm sure some good things happened at 1119 Bayard, but those stories didn't get passed down. We heard painful things. My dad was miserable working there. So was his brother. His mom, my Grandma Frieda, got out of the store, went to college, taught Latin in junior high school, but then got dragged back into the family business against her will, like Michael Corleone, when her dad, Isadore, got sick.
I visited 1119 Bayard-- I don't know-- maybe half a dozen times in my life, a dozen times. Usually it would happen when my Uncle Lenny came to town. He and my dad would drive us all downtown, and we'd stand outside 1119 Bayard. And the two of them would marvel at the place, at the fact of it, and I think at the distance they'd come from there-- my dad with his accounting firm out in the suburbs, my uncle, who became a surgeon and moved to San Diego, their kids raised in the kind of middle class comfort that we ate all the chicken we could ever want.
I always found those trips disappointing. We'd take a picture and hang around there on the sidewalk. It's not a store anymore. It's just somebody's house. It doesn't look like anything. A rowhouse in a block of rowhouses. At some point a few years ago, somebody painted a cheerful Christian mural on one side of the building with a quote from the Book of Mark.
Every time I've gone to 1119 Bayard and stood on the sidewalk, I've tried to picture it, my family there long ago, Frieda in her 30s, at the cash register against her will, my dad as a little boy, opening boxes and putting stuff on shelves. I'm not great at that kind of thing. It's like trying to summon ghosts with a Ouija board, and the little pointer refuses to budge.
We've all got these spots from our family's past, and we go to them. And they're like Civil War battlefields that have been washed of blood long ago. We pause there and look at the trees and the grassy fields. And we want-- what? Some connection to something. I am who I am partly because of this place. But now it's mute.
So we take a selfie and try to tune into the past, like a distant radio station whose signal we can just barely make out.
Today on our program, we have a story of somebody else who heads out to a place like that from his family's history, looking for answers. And he gets so much more out of it than I ever did at 1119 Bayard about who he is. From WBEZ Chicago, it's This American Life. I'm Ira Glass. Stay with us.
Part One: Part One
Ira Glass
OK, so we're devoting today's entire program to this one story. It's by Boen Wang, who we've had on our show before. He's a producer whose work has its own very distinct sound and feeling. That's one of the things that we, on our staff, really like about him. Here is what he put together today for you.
Boen Wang
August 1989.
My dad is in an airport. He's flown from Beijing to Tokyo to San Francisco to Denver to Oklahoma City, almost missing his flight multiple times because he can't understand the announcements in English. He is here to get a PhD from the University of Oklahoma. He's here for a new life, a life where he doesn't sit chain smoking cigarettes at his boring job in a Jeep factory, while living in a tiny room with no running water or heating or cooling. He wants a life where something changes.
It's the middle of the night in the Oklahoma City airport. He had sent a letter to the university with the date and time of his arrival, so that someone could pick him up. He scans the crowd, looking for someone holding a sign with his name on it, but finds no one. One by one, the crowd thins out until my dad is stuck in the middle of this airport in the middle of this foreign country, a stranger in a strange land.
Announcer
Attention, airport. This is the final boarding call for the airline flight 382--
Boen Wang
So you were alone?
Dad
Yeah, I was alone. And I was looking for someone to pick me up. But all the passengers left, and no one stayed around, and no sign for picking me up. So as I was trying to leave, thinking what I'm going to do, and then this nice gentleman approached me.
Boen Wang
This nice gentleman, the first white American my dad ever talks to, introduces himself as Dave. Dave isn't his real name. I changed it to protect his privacy.
Dad
And he comes here to pick me up. He's about the same height, and he wears glasses. He has a very warm smile.
Boen Wang
A warm smile.
Dad
Yeah, he smiles warmly and said that he is going to take me. So I was so happy to see him.
Boen Wang
Dave takes my dad to his car and drives half an hour south to his home in Norman, the college town that surrounds the University of Oklahoma. My dad meets Dave's wife and, finally, having reached the end of his trans-Pacific ordeal--
Dad
He told me to sleep in this room. So I took a shower and went to sleep.
Boen Wang
Dave is a Christian, the leader of a local church's Chinese ministry. Dave gives my dad a bible, the first English language book he studies from cover to cover, and invites him to a weekly Bible study and Sunday service.
In time, my dad will accept Christ. So will my mom after she arrives in America later that year. My parents will raise me and my older sister as Christians. We will attend church every Sunday in Oklahoma and then in Philly, where my dad finds a job and where I grow up. It's the perfect conversion story, the sort of testimony you'd share in front of an audience at church.
My parents grew up during the Cultural Revolution, when the Communist Party suppressed any expression of religion. They were atheists by default. Their conversion here in America goes against everything they learned in China. The only problem with this story is me. After 22 years of Christianity, I left and never came back.
(SUBJECT) YOUNG BOEN WANG: Have you ever felt depressed? Perhaps a bit blue? Did you ever have an existential crisis and start to question the very foundation of your faith?
Boen Wang
I am raised in the church. I go to Sunday school, and worship service, and youth group, and Bible study, which I come to lead. Every break, I go to a retreat that's held at a camp near Lancaster, out in Amish country. When I'm 17, I make this promo video for our upcoming spring youth retreat.
(SUBJECT) YOUNG BOEN WANG: Maybe you have doubts about your faith. Maybe you've been a Christian for many years, but you're still uncertain about some things. Maybe you're new to Christianity and have a lot of questions. Either way, you should take the opportunity to go to the spring youth retreat. Don't believe me? Just listen to these satisfied customers.
Satisfied Customer
At first, I wasn't too sure about this retreat thing, you know? I mean, like, people going to woods, singing, worshiping, isn't that what cults do? But then I went to it, and it was really interesting. We went singing, we worshipped. And it wasn't a cult at all. I mean, you should definitely go.
Boen Wang
In retrospect, this sounds like a cry for help. I'm totally not trapped in a cult, haha. Being immersed for decades in this not-cult didn't just shape my behavior-- it rewired my brain. Like, even today, when I'm washing the dishes, I'll be thinking about how this Scrub Daddy that I'm using is falling apart. And I should probably get some new sponges from the supermarket.
And Jesus Christ, remember that time at the food bazaar in Flatbush when I almost ran my shopping cart into that old lady, and she yelled at me? God, I'm such a worthless piece of shit. But anyway, I should probably go to Giant Eagle to get some sponges.
And Jesus Christ, remember that time when I met up with the Arts Council guy at the 61C Cafe across the street from the Giant Eagle, and we said goodbye, but then we were walking the same way and awkwardly made more conversation until we reached his car? God, I'm such a worthless piece of shit.
But anyway, I should email the landlord about how the dishwasher doesn't work so I don't have to hand wash these dishes. It hasn't worked this entire time. And Jesus Christ, it's been almost a year since I moved into this apartment, and I still haven't emailed him. God, why am I such a procrastinator? I'm such a worthless piece of shit.
Sometimes I whisper it to myself. I'm a worthless piece of shit. I hate myself. This is the main thing I learned from Christianity, that I'm a worthless piece of shit. And listen, I know that that's not the main message of the Gospel. I know Jesus teaches us that we're redeemed by His sacrifice, that we're all children of God. But all that nice, feel-good stuff bounced right off of me.
What was drilled into my mind and what I really internalized is that while I'm a child of God, I'm also a child of Adam, who ate the forbidden fruit offered to him by Eve and whose original sin I inherit. Christians remind you of it all the time. I was at a wedding where the groom's brother told the newlyweds they need to never forget that they're broken sinners-- at a celebration of the couple.
So I learned to hate myself. I need to punish myself every moment of every waking hour of every day for my sinfulness, which morphs into a need to punish myself for anything I've ever done that's vaguely embarrassing. For years, I hated talking about myself because I hated myself. If I'm at a social event and meet someone new, I'll be like, so where do you live? How long have you been there for? How do you like it? Where are you from? What school did you go to?
And if someone asks me a question, like what I do for a living, I'm like, oh, uh, well, you know, I make podcasts or whatever. It's stupid. And then I do rhetorical jujitsu and redirect back to the other person. What do you do for a living? How did you get into that? How do you like it?
Humility is a big part of Christianity. The good are humble, quiet, and meek, while the evil are loud, boisterous, and proud. As Solomon teaches us in Proverbs, "When pride comes, then comes disgrace. But with humility comes wisdom."
So if I don't want to disgrace myself, I need to make sure the attention is always on the other person. I need to stay humble and never answer anyone's questions about me. Because if I talk about myself, they'd soon discover my fundamental worthless piece of shit-ness and be as disgusted with me as I am with myself.
Besides, who would want to talk to me in the first place? Who would possibly want to get to know me, befriend me, or, God forbid, date me? Sex was out of the question, even as an adult living on my own. As Jesus says in the Sermon on the Mount, anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart. So not only is it immoral to have sex, to just think about sex is a sin.
I held on to that even after I left the church and graduated college. I simply cannot imagine myself ever dating. When I thought about the future, I pictured myself getting frozen fish nuggets from Trader Joe's, frozen hash browns and tartar sauce from Giant Eagle, and eating them together as the saddest fish and chips in the world, while watching through all of Twin Peaks, which is what I did my first semester in grad school, living with Craigslist roommates in a single room in Pittsburgh.
I read an interview in The Cut with a, quote, "58-year-old virgin," who said that the worst part about his life is, quote, "laying alone at night, falling asleep, and then getting up in the morning and remembering you're alone." I read that, and I was like, yep. All right, here we go.
At age 25, I started dating my partner and now fiancée, Grace. They're the first person I ever dated. We saw the movie Challengers the other day, the horny Zendaya tennis movie about three tennis players who fuck each other while fucking each other over. On the drive back from the theater, Grace was like--
Grace
Wow, the horny Zendaya tennis movie sure was horny, don't you think?
Boen Wang
And I was like--
Boen Wang
Uh, well, I just really like the soundtrack by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross of Nine Inch Nails. They also did the music for The Social Network and Gone Girl and the Watchmen TV show.
Grace
Right, but the movie was also, like, really horny, right? Did it make you horny?
Boen Wang
Uh, maybe. I don't know. It's just that Nine Inch Nails actually released an album of instrumentals in 2008 entirely through a Creative Commons license, so you don't have to pay any licensing fees. I actually used some of their songs in my podcasts.
Grace
Boen, did the horny Zendaya tennis movie make you horny? Why are you being so immature about this?
Boen Wang
I don't know what exactly happened in this moment, but I felt like a child. I felt swallowed by an overwhelming feeling of shame-- shame about sex, about sexual desire, and simply being a sexual being, for having a body. For a long time, I wish I didn't have a body, that I was a floating consciousness, freed from the shame and guilt of the flesh.
It's been seven years since I left Christianity, but the effects are still there. These mental grooves are so well worn at this point, it's basically instinct. Where does my fucked up-ness come from? Well, I think I can trace all of this back to my dad at the Oklahoma City airport.
The story of my dad waiting for someone to pick him up at the airport has taken on an almost mythological significance to me, this moment that sealed my fate years before I even existed, because as he stood in the terminal, he also stood at a crossroads. Is there an alternate reality where Dave doesn't pick him up and someone else does instead, someone who isn't a Christian, and my dad never converts, and my life is so much better as a result?
I was born in Oklahoma and moved away when I was two. I have no memories of living there or of Dave. What was it about this place and these people that made my parents choose Christianity? If I went there myself, if I talked to Dave and the people who knew them, visited the places they spent time in, attended the church they worshipped at, and tried to imagine what their lives were like 35 years ago, maybe then I could finally understand why things went the way they did.
Boen Wang
OK, I am standing in the Oklahoma City airport. I had this idea where I would stand where my dad stood, looking around for someone to pick him up. But I don't know exactly where that would be. Mostly I'm just tired and want to lay in a bed. I think I'll go do that.
Rolling my suitcase across the parking lot, I think about how my dad flew in from Beijing as an "alien," to use the official terminology, while I arrived from Pittsburgh as a US citizen. How my dad was at the mercy of strangers for transportation, while I have a license and rental car.
How I would now retrace the route my dad took from Oklahoma City to Norman, and how the one thing we share is a sense of exhaustion, of wanting nothing more than a warm bed in a private room at the end of a long day in a strange place.
(SUBJECT) THE FLAMING LIPS: 1, 2, 3, 4
["DO YOU REALIZE??" BY THE FLAMING LIPS]
Boen Wang
Do you remember what you saw looking out the window?
Dad
I think it's just highways. It's dark outside.
Boen Wang
Red Lobster, Chick-fil-A, McDonald's. I'm just naming chain restaurants here, all lit up in neon signs.
Dad
Highway signs-- get off, get on, exit, I-35.
Navigation
Continue on I-35 South for 13 miles.
Boen Wang
Here we go. University of Oklahoma is our exit.
Dad
And then we went along, and we got to Norman. I think I was very tired. I fall asleep quickly.
(SUBJECT) THE FLAMING LIPS: (SINGING) That everyone you know someday will--
[CAR DOOR SHUTS]
Boen Wang
The next day, I go to my parents' first apartment. I just want to see it with my own eyes. The building is two stories and painted a pale yellow, with a big porch a guy is sitting on. All of a sudden--
[SIREN]
Boen Wang
I guess that's some sort of warning? Maybe like a tornado warning? Is there a tornado coming? No idea. Anyway, I'm going to do my parents' commute, walk to the old chemistry building that they used to stay at.
Mom
It's very quiet, nobody. When you walk on the street, you even can hear your own footsteps and your own breathing. We came from Beijing and such big cities, so many people. Everywhere is crowd. All of a sudden, you went to a place just opposite. So you can imagine that kind of shocking [CHUCKLES] feeling.
Boen Wang
This might be the chemistry building. This is the old chemistry building. It's called the chemistry building annex.
Mom
I kind of feel very lost and have no sense of being anchored to any spot because I feel I'm just parachute to the place in the middle of nowhere. I don't know anyone. You start with zero. I mean, you are on ground zero.
Boen Wang
Three or four stories and faded yellow brick, some castle-like turrets on the top. Interesting. Some of the outside is pretty corroded now.
When you said you just parachuted into this place and you started at zero, you had nothing, do you think that's why you relied so heavily on the church?
Mom
I think so, because you all of a sudden lost your-- your don't have a gravity. You don't have a gravity. Life is so fragile. That's how I felt. This could be happening in a second, just turning upside down.
Boen Wang
I visit the campus library and find physical copies of my parents' PhD dissertations. My mom's is titled "Formation and Characterization of Anchored Polymer Coatings on Alumina." There's a Cheetos bag sandwiched between the front cover and first page. No idea why. I ask my mom about this later. Did you leave a Cheetos bag in your dissertation, maybe as some sort of message to future readers? She's like, what? No.
In the acknowledgments, which is the only section I can understand, she writes, "I shall give all glory and honor to GOD," all caps. "HE," all caps, "is my strength." I throw away the Cheetos bag on my way out.
[PHONE DIALING]
The first person I talk to in Oklahoma is Dave, the nice gentleman with the warm smile who took my dad in and brought him to Christ. Dave knew me as an infant and visited us in Philly, which I have no memory of. My parents always referred to him as my yeye, my grandfather, perhaps in place of the yeye in China I never met.
This would probably be my first and only chance to talk to him, at least since I gained consciousness and the power of speech. I wanted to know, who is this man? How did he end up in charge of this Chinese ministry that changed the fate of my parents' lives-- and my life?
Boen Wang
Hello?
Dave
Good afternoon, Boen.
Boen Wang
Hi. Nice to finally talk with you. How are you?
Dave
Well, I'm well-- [CLEARS THROAT] excuse me-- for being 90 next February.
Boen Wang
Oh, wow. You're OK with me recording this?
Dave
You're recording it?
Boen Wang
Yeah, is that OK?
Dave
That's OK.
Boen Wang
All right.
Dave
But let me say this.
Boen Wang
Sure.
Dave
I found that if you publicly identify somebody, the devil really can come in and try to take away their testimony. And I would just urge you that if you do write this, that's honoring to your mom and dad, but you don't want the devil jumping on them. So do you understand that?
Boen Wang
I do, yeah.
The way I understand what Dave is saying here is that since I'm publicizing my parents' story, I need to make sure not to dishonor or slander them, because the devil is lying in wait. Dave worked as a campus minister in colleges across the US and the world, in Nebraska and Maryland and Nairobi, Kenya. But he spent the bulk of his career ministering to Chinese international students at OU, as the University of Oklahoma is confusingly nicknamed, starting in 1987, two years before my parents arrived.
Boen Wang
Did you have any sort of prior knowledge of China or Chinese culture or the language or anything like that?
Dave
Well, [CLEARS THROAT] no. When the Chinese started coming over here from mainland China, they had never been in a church. They had never met a Christian. They had never seen a Bible. But they came over here, wanting to know our culture.
Boen Wang
It sounded like he almost stumbled into this role. He saw a new population at OU, many of whom were already curious about Western culture and Christianity, and he was happy to oblige. It was clarifying for me to learn that Dave had been a missionary in Kenya. I've come to think of him as a sort of domestic missionary, serving people from outside the US, within the US.
Dave
I think it's somewhere close to 450 Chinese-- closer, maybe, even to 500 during that time over the years, say. We didn't rush them. We didn't want them to become Christians to please us. But we would love them. We'd take them on trips. We'd have Bible study with them.
Boen Wang
Among these acts of love were practical things, like picking my dad up from the airport. My mom came four months later. Dave picked her up as well. At that point, my dad was ready to convert. Dave and his wife came to my parents' apartment. My dad got on his knees, prayed to accept Jesus into his heart.
Dave
And then your dad looked up and smiled. And he said, this wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. [CHUCKLES] And he was really happy. And I looked over at your mom, and she was crying. And I said, what's the matter? And she said, well, you're a Christian, and now my husband's a Christian, but I'm the only one that's not a Christian.
Mom
I just feel now it seems there's a line between me and Daddy. And so that make me mixed feeling, really mixed feeling.
Boen Wang
You felt like there was a line, like a dividing line between you and Dad at that moment?
Mom
Yeah, because he became a child of God. I'm not yet. So it feels like we are now in a different path.
Dave
And I said, well, be patient. We'll get to that. But you need to know what it's all about first. [CHUCKLES] Oh, I loved your parents.
Boen Wang
How long after my dad came to Christ until my mom came to Christ as well?
Dave
Oh, it was only maybe a month or two or three weeks.
Boen Wang
Over the phone, I didn't have the courage to tell this kindly old man who led my parents to the path of Christianity, who then raised me on that path, that I rejected all of that and that I'm still recovering. But then, when I go to him in person, I resolve to tell him the full truth. Dave is in an assisted living facility now. In the lobby, I meet his son and daughter-in-law, who had asked that I not record the conversation.
Dave had fallen recently and broken a vertebrae. He sits in an armchair in his room and wears a neck brace. If he sneezes or laughs too hard, he can hurt himself. After a softball question, I forced myself to come clean. I'm no longer Christian. How does he feel about people he tried to lead to Christ who either didn't believe or later left?
Dave smiles. He asks if I'd heard the story of the prodigal son. It's a classic, one of Jesus's most famous parables, where a failson disobeys his dad and later returns to him, penitent and willing to accept any punishment. But instead, his dad forgives him and welcomes him home. Dave then explains that he has a daughter who left the church. In high school, she angrily confronted Dave with tears in her eyes and told him, Dad, please apologize to me for being a Christian.
I think I understand what she meant by that. It's a way of saying, apologize for making this decision for me, for raising me with this belief I didn't choose and that I don't agree with. In a sense, I'm asking him the same thing-- Yeye, why did you convert my parents?
His daughter left the faith. Dave didn't try to convince her of anything, just kept loving her and praying for her. And after 20 years, she, like the prodigal son, returned to the faith and to her father. These days, she visits him every week in the assisted living facility.
Dave emphasizes again that he never forced anyone to believe anything, that if someone chooses to reject Christianity, they need to be loved, whatever their decision is. But he also tells me, there will be nobody going to hell who didn't have an opportunity to accept Christ. He says it in a way that isn't angry or spiteful-- just sad, almost kind.
It's getting late. Dave needs to take his medication. We stand up. I love you, he tells me. Give my love to your parents. We hug. And I get it. I get why my parents converted. This man is filled with so much love and gives it so freely-- to my parents, to me, to all of the people he picked up from the airport and fed and sheltered and helped get on their feet.
Where does his love come from? In the moment, I'm convinced that it must be something beyond what any human is capable of. It must come from God. On the receiving end of his unconditional love, I consider being the prodigal son. For the briefest flash of a moment, I consider returning.
Dave
Can I pray for you?
Boen Wang
When we were on the phone, this is how Dave ended the call. I didn't feel like I could say no. I didn't want to disappoint my white grandpa.
Boen Wang
Sure.
Dave
OK. Lord, thank you for this wonderful invention, the phone, that Boen and me may join our hearts at the throne of grace. And Lord, I just want to thank you for Boen calling. And I pray that, for the rest of his life, that he will walk with you till he draws his last breath. In Christ's name, Amen.
Boen Wang
Amen.
I talked to Dave on Saturday night. Come Sunday, it's obvious where I have to go.
Boen Wang
Quick voice memo, because I'm already late, but I'm at the church. Kind of tired. Woke up at 8:30. Stayed up too late last night. Already late, but I'm going to go to this Mandarin Sunday school. We'll see how it goes.
This is the church where Dave led the Chinese fellowship, the one my parents attended and that I attended as an infant until we moved away when I was two. What did this place mean to them? These are people who had zero experience with organized religion. What do they get from going?
The Chinese Fellowship is now run by seven people, seven Daves, in other words, three of whom are Chinese and four of whom are white. I spoke to one of the new white Daves over the phone, who told me that I could record the service. But a few days later, while I was cooking butternut squash risotto, he called again and told me he had found a podcast called Jesus Wept.
[JESUS WEPT THEME MUSIC]
Jesus Wept is a podcast my fiancée Grace and I make, where we analyze and, to be honest, make fun of various topics related to evangelical Christianity. We process our respective religious traumas through humor. In the most recent episode, I went to a Chinese church and recorded the service.
Afterwards, Grace and I critiqued the speakers and-- again, to be honest-- made fun of them. I told Grace about how one of the speakers said that because Paul writes that women shouldn't have authority over men, she won't teach men in the church.
Boen Wang
So then, basically, she is like, well, in the church, I will teach women, I will teach children, but I will not teach men, except in specific circumstances.
Grace
Like what?
Boen Wang
I don't know, but--
Grace
How to change a diaper?
Boen Wang
[CHUCKLES] Maybe. Or--
Grace
Doesn't she have a fucking PhD?
Boen Wang
She has a master's in divinity, yeah--
Grace
Oh.
Boen Wang
--from the seminary.
Grace
But she can't teach?
Boen Wang
Yeah. I don't know.
Grace
It's an MRS Div.
Boen Wang
[LAUGHS]
New Dave tells me over the phone that after listening to the podcast, he's changed his mind and won't allow me to record anything in Norman, which is reasonable. I recorded a church service and made fun of it, and he doesn't want me to do the same thing to his church. In the podcast, I talk about how I don't believe in God.
And as we wrap up the conversation, New Dave says he needs my word that I won't record anything. He says, I know you don't believe in God, but there must be something you can base your word on, like your Chinese heritage--
[ORIENTAL RIFF]
--which is kind of a weird thing to say. But I'm like, sure, you have my word. See you Sunday.
When I enter the church, New Dave is waiting in the lobby. I shake his hand and tell him I'm not recording-- that was a royalty-free sound effect from freesound.org-- although I do have the pink notebook I'd bought from Target for $3. We walk past an armed guard to the gymnasium, where the Mandarin Sunday school is held. It seems notable that the Mandarin Sunday school isn't in a dedicated classroom, but an echoey gym with a basketball court.
New Dave introduces me to a group of Chinese immigrants sitting around a folding table. They ask if I can speak Chinese. I say I can understand it OK, but not speak it that well. New Dave is like, ah, there's that phrase, ABC.
[ORIENTAL RIFF]
And I'm like, yep, that's me, American Born Chinese. As a side note, I really hate the phrase ABC. Just call me Chinese-American. Anyway, New Dave says that since he can't speak Mandarin, he's going to leave us to it. It's nice to be away from white people, at least for a little bit, to talk among ourselves in the language I associate with family, home, love.
My parents must have really craved that when they first came here. Where else could they find a Chinese community in a small town in Oklahoma? Someone later tells me that this church is usually the first stop for new Chinese immigrants. People from church are willing to give rides to the supermarket, furniture for apartments, help with taxes, and all sorts of essential services. My mom still uses a set of bowls that Dave got for her.
[PIANO PLAYING]
When the service begins, we sing hymns in Mandarin. Again, this is not a recording from Oklahoma. It's YouTube. The speaker, an older white guy, delivers the sermon in English. And like most sermons, it's boring. I picture my parents in these same seats, praying the same prayers, singing the same songs that I would grow up singing.
[SINGING IN MANDARIN]
Ira Glass
Boen Wang. Coming up, Boen flies home and considers the question maybe it wasn't Christianity that messed him up as a kid. That's in a minute from Chicago Public Radio when our program continues.
Part Two: Part Two
Ira Glass
It's This American Life. I'm Ira Glass. Today's program, Children of Dave, Boen Wang's pilgrimage to finally understand why his parents decided to become Christians when they arrived in America. We pick up our story where we left off before the break.
Boen Wang
When I fly home to Pittsburgh and tell Grace about going to my parents' church and meeting Dave, they point out that maybe I'm just blaming Christianity for my own problems. Maybe Christianity is just my excuse to hate myself. It gave my self-loathing a shape and structure, but it isn't the root cause. Maybe I would have hated myself no matter what.
Maybe it doesn't matter what path my dad chose at that crossroads in the Oklahoma City airport. If he never met Dave and never believed, maybe I'd still have the same self-loathing. If I grew up communist like my parents, maybe I'd be like, ugh, I'm such a bourgeois, capitalist, worthless piece of shit. I need to write another self-criticism and do another struggle session.
Thankfully, I can answer the question of whether I'd hate myself if I hadn't been raised Christian by comparing myself with my high school friend, Andrew. Andrew grew up in the same suburb of Philly as me. His parents are highly-educated Chinese immigrants. We attended the same school district and have the same circle of friends. But he was raised by atheist parents who were never interested in Christianity or church.
Andrew
I asked my mom one time. I was like, have you ever been to church? And she was like, uh, yeah, of course we've been to church. And then what she really meant was that we walked into a church one time and walked out.
Boen Wang
So I sit Andrew down and tell him that I want to conduct a science experiment.
Boen Wang
Where you're the atheist control group, and I am the ex-Christian test subject.
OK, I understand that we have a sample size of two, but just humor me. Andrew has lived the life I always imagined-- a life without church or youth group or Bible study or retreats near Lancaster, out in Amish country. And so my question is, in this alternate atheist reality that Andrew was raised in, does he also struggle with self-loathing? Does he not like himself?
Andrew
I don't like myself.
Boen Wang
OK, all right. Well, fine. But does he dislike himself the same amount as I do, in the same way? Does he do the thing where I ask someone endless follow-up questions, and if they ask me something, I do verbal jujitsu and redirect it back to them, because I hate talking about myself, because I hate myself?
Andrew
So familiar. I could say those exact same words. And that's exactly what I do.
Boen Wang
Like, if Andrew is meeting one of his colleagues for the first time, he'll be like--
Andrew
What department are you in? How long have you been in the university for? What kind of research are you doing? What's your lab like? Who are you working with?
Boen Wang
And if someone asks Andrew a question like what his research is, he'll be like--
Andrew
Oh, I work in biostats. And then I just call it a day. I just make sure as hard as possible that they don't ask me any questions. I don't want to talk about it.
Boen Wang
Andrew didn't even have to grow up Christian to hate himself and for his self-hatred to manifest in the exact same way. So where is this coming from? Andrew doesn't believe in sin or God. Why do we hate ourselves, even though we were raised with such different beliefs? Well, Andrew thinks the answer might be right in front of us.
Andrew
I wonder, with this science experiment, maybe the main thing that's balancing us, that makes us comparable, is a second generation upbringing.
Boen Wang
Our parents are from a very specific cohort of people who grew up during the Cultural Revolution, went to the best colleges in China, went abroad to get STEM PhDs, and got well-paying jobs in academia and pharmaceuticals and biomedicine.
Andrew
And I think that, to me, makes me always kind of feel inadequate in a way, right? Like, I'll never be able to do that. I'll never be able to achieve that rags-to-riches kind of story, because I was never in rags. [CHUCKLES] My parents were the ones that struggled through that.
Boen Wang
So we're more or less on the same page when it comes to self-loathing. But what about the shame I feel about sex and sexuality? What about my inability to talk about the horny Zendaya tennis movie with Grace? Does Andrew feel that same immense shame?
Boen Wang
So, then, how did you feel about sex, morally?
Andrew
There's nothing wrong with it. I think this is also somewhat funny that a lot of Christians will marry early, right? Because they have to marry before they have sex. But for people that don't grow up Christian, the consensual act of sex is just not a problem.
Boen Wang
Andrew started dating when he was 15. I didn't start until a decade later. When we tried to isolate the effect Christianity had on me, that's the word we kept returning to-- shame. The shame I feel about having a body, about being a wretched sinner in need of redemption-- Andrew feels none of that. The shame goes to my very core in a way that Andrew can't relate to. I told him about how, even today, when I remember something embarrassing I said, or did years ago--
Boen Wang
I'll still say out loud to myself, because it's such a reflex at this point, of, like, oh, I hate myself. I should kill myself. Like, I verbalize that.
Andrew
You still say that?
Boen Wang
Yeah. You act surprised. Have you ever done this? Have you ever said-- no? No?
Andrew
But I-- yeah, that's intense, man. That's intense reflex. [LAUGHS] I don't have that reflex.
Boen Wang
Are you telling me that you've never said out loud to yourself, I hate myself. I want to kill myself. You never said that, Andrew?
Andrew
I have never said that. That's the Christian difference, man.
[LAUGHTER]
That's the Christian difference.
Boen Wang
Yeah.
[PIANO COVER OF "DO YOU REALIZE??"]
The Christian difference is a belief that my existence is fundamentally wrong. The Christian difference is a need to punish myself for my existence. I don't regret being raised Christian. I wouldn't be who I am today otherwise. And I'm incredibly grateful for everything my parents have done for me.
But on this one aspect, I know I would have experienced less pain if my dad had stood at that crossroads in the Oklahoma City airport and chosen a different path. I never told my parents about the damage Christianity caused me. I didn't want to make them feel bad or think I was blaming them. I didn't want to seem ungrateful. But now, it's what I finally decide to do. At this point, it's the only thing I can do.
Boen Wang
I was actually damaged by going to church and being raised in church. Does that make sense? Do you understand that?
Mom
It's heartbreaking to realize. And of course, whatever happened in the past, it's gone. It's the past, right? But I just feel that we could have done better. We could have done better.
Boen Wang
Really? Why do you feel that way?
Mom
Because we really didn't check on how you received the information. We didn't really talk to you that much. And we just receive automatically without checking. And we just blindly believe everything that church teaches is right.
Boen Wang
You felt like you blindly believed?
Mom
Yes, because-- I mean that blindly not believe what church is teaching-- the way they teach. Yeah.
Boen Wang
So then do you have any regrets, then, about raising me and sister in the church?
Mom
Yes, but after you said that to me. Yeah, I do feel. I do feel I didn't really pay too much attention to how they taught you, how they taught you, and how that has print on you and how that manifest in your overall well-being. Yeah, I do feel very sorry.
Boen Wang
I was not expecting this. I always thought my mom and dad were a united front, true believers. When I first interviewed my mom about converting to Christianity, she described it as this happy moment when she joined my dad in the same belief.
Mom
I feel we are same people now. [LAUGHS] We are same people. We are equal footing. We are children of God.
Boen Wang
But when I came back to her a few months later--
Mom
Actually, I was thinking that the time I decided to become a Christian, I think I'm very premature to make my decision because I really do not know much, and I just got here. And the things has been changed dramatically for me in every aspect. And I don't really have that kind of self-confidence to my own belief. So I feel there are a lot of outside factors.
Boen Wang
My mom wants to be clear about this here on the radio. She will always be thankful to the people from church who helped her get on her feet, in the same way that I want to be clear that I'll always be thankful to my parents. But looking back, my mom sees that the kindness of Christians can be transactional. We give you free stuff, and in return, you go to church.
Mom
This is how church tries to get those people to become believers. No, if you really believe, you are not bribing that person to become a believer. That's my point.
Boen Wang
You think it's bribery?
Mom
Yeah, I think that's a bribery.
Boen Wang
That's a strong word, Mom.
Mom
Yeah, I do feel-- no, I do feel that's a bribery. You bribe those people. You give them free lunch, free ride, free stuff. [LAUGHS] Yeah.
Boen Wang
Well, how about all the free stuff that you and Dad got when you were first in Oklahoma?
Mom
I didn't really think about that at the moment. Now I feel, yeah.
Boen Wang
Over the years, my mom's been really hurt by people from church. She had raised questions about the Bible. Like, if God created everything, why did He also create Satan? Why would He allow Satan to tempt Eve into eating the forbidden fruit? Why would He even create forbidden fruit in the first place? No one at church would ever fully engage with her. They'd give her surface-level platitudes that never satisfied her.
There was also a period when she was depressed. I remember coming home from school and seeing my mom lying on the couch with the lights turned off and the curtains closed. My mom tells me that while some people at church helped her in this moment, others weren't so kind, and some actually seemed happy that she was suffering.
Mom
I think now they believe-- they already labeled me as a non-believer. [LAUGHS]
Boen Wang
Wait, really?
Mom
Yeah.
Boen Wang
At church?
Mom
Yeah.
Boen Wang
Why do they think that you're a non-believer?
Mom
Because I don't go to church anymore. I do not participate in any kind of church activities.
Boen Wang
Why did you stop participating?
Mom
Because I don't get anything from participating in all those activities. And if I ask them questions, they give me standard answers. I just feel I'm in a circle, [LAUGHS] not going anywhere. I don't really get enriched or enlightened by doing all those activities.
Boen Wang
She hasn't been there since the pandemic shut everything down and is much happier for it. But as my mom withdrew from church, my dad got even more involved. He became a deacon and spent more and more time at church functions and less and less time at home with his family. If someone needed a ride to the supermarket, he would do it. If someone needed a ride to the airport, he would do it. My mom was not happy about this.
Mom
I feel he's like a robot. He just does it automatically whenever someone-- from all directions, to the point that he completely crazy. So that is time I think the church can destroy a family. Church can really destroy a family because when you are not really thinking on the same level, at the same level, on the same page, and you kind of just go apart.
Boen Wang
So do you feel like church almost destroyed our family?
Mom
To the point.
Boen Wang
Really?
Mom
Yes. I was really, really upset at one point.
Boen Wang
So my mom finally put her foot down and gave my dad an ultimatum.
Mom
And I told Dad, you quit your deacon now. Otherwise, we are not going to have a same life under the same roof. So Daddy sent a letter to church that he's going to resign.
Boen Wang
It was almost comforting, realizing I wasn't the odd one out in my family. I thought I was the only one who was damaged by Christianity and who left the church. I thought it was me against them, but it turns out that my mom was actually on my side this whole time. Who knew?
I wasn't surprised that my dad gave in to my mom, though. When it comes down to it, he puts family first. I asked him once if he ever had any regrets, and he told me the story about how, when my sister was a baby, he discovered that she had torn up an important piece of mail. My dad yelled at her and made her cry, and then he thought to himself, why did I do that? She's just a baby. She doesn't understand what she's doing. And he remembered that moment forever.
So he's always been a kind, thoughtful, reflective person who wants the best for us. He's also always been a true believer, going back to the very beginning.
[PROTESTERS SINGING INTERNATIONALE]
June 1989.
[CHEERING, APPLAUSE]
My dad has been accepted to the University of Oklahoma. He applies for his passport and visa so that he can leave Beijing. On the evening of June 3, my parents watched the news on their landlord's TV since they don't have one of their own.
Dad
There's a TV announcement say don't go to Tiananmen Square.
TV Announcer
[SPEAKING MANDARIN]
Boen Wang
They go to bed.
Dad
In the middle of the night, we heard some gunshots.
Boen Wang
And on the morning of June 4, they wake up.
Dad
In the morning, we were planning to visit a friend, to bicycle to her home. On the way, we saw a lot of buses. They were turned around and blocked the road. And also, a lot of huge trucks, like armored vehicles, just parked along the highways, blocking the road.
Boen Wang
All the government offices are shut down. The entire city is shut down. To get his passport, my dad now needs a letter from his workplace saying he didn't participate in the demonstrations. But there's a problem. He had to quit his job to apply for the passport. And they're saying that since he doesn't work there anymore, they can't provide him with that letter.
My dad is freaking out. He staked his entire life on studying abroad. This was his plan, his future, his chance to leave his boring job in a Jeep factory, living in his tiny room in Beijing with no running water or heating or cooling. Now, his future is crumbling before his eyes. In this most desperate hour, my dad does something he's never done before.
Dad
So I pray to God, OK, or Shang Di. I ask Shang Di to help me. So that's how I think I prayed for the first time.
Boen Wang
Were you specifically praying to the God of Christianity at the time?
Dad
We don't have the habit of praying growing up. We don't have the habit of praying or talking to a god or something. So it just came natural, you know. I just lying on bed and say, oh, God, help me.
Boen Wang
I never knew this story. I thought my dad's first encounter with God was in America. But two months earlier in Beijing, my dad naturally and spontaneously cried out to a God he didn't yet know or believe in. And then when his workplace finally gave him the letter that allowed him to leave China, it had to be God answering his prayer. So my dad was already primed to believe. And when he came to America, he would have encountered a Christian eventually, inevitably.
Dad
So, I think in my case, I will meet someone else, and I will come to the faith, yeah.
Boen Wang
You would have eventually been exposed to Christianity, and you would have always, after having considered it, accepted it. Is that right?
Dad
Yes, yes.
Boen Wang
Why?
Dad
Well, I think it's a fundamental truth. God is revealed to us in the Bible. And then everyone has to make a decision either to accept it or to reject it.
Boen Wang
And you choose to accept it?
Dad
Yes.
Boen Wang
When my dad stood at the Oklahoma City airport waiting for someone to pick him up, I always thought that he stood at a crossroads, that if Dave hadn't appeared, my dad wouldn't have become Christian.
But I understand now that he was ready to be a Christian. Norman's a small town. He probably would have run into Dave and his Chinese Ministry eventually. And even if my dad didn't go to Oklahoma, there are kind Christians with warm smiles in every city in America. So the airport didn't matter. There was never a crossroads. It was a straight line.
["DO YOU REALIZE??" BY SHARON VAN ETTEN]
Credits
Ira Glass
That story by Boen Wang. He's an audio producer living in Pittsburgh with his fiancée, Grace Gilbert, who came up with the title for today's episode. Boen's website, boen.cool. That's B-O-E-N dot cool.
Well, our program was produced today by Lilly Sullivan. The people who put together today's show include Phia Bennin, Michael Comite, Henry Larson, Seth Lind, Katherine Rae Mondo, Safiyah Riddle, Ryan Rumery, Alissa Shipp, Alix Spiegel, Christopher Swetala, and Matt Tierney. Our managing editor is Sarah Abdurrahman. Our senior editor is David Kestenbaum. Our executive editor is Emanuele Barry.
Special thanks today to Rebecca Curtis at the University of Oklahoma, Axin Hua, Jenny Lin, Manhong Liu, and Jesse Naus and Greta Zewe at Red Caiman Studios. This is our very last show with our production fellow Safiyah Riddle, who's done a great job here. She is off to do reporting for the Associated Press at her next job in Montgomery, Alabama. We hope she finds a story down there she can come back and do here on the radio.
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Grace
Why are you being so immature about this?
Ira Glass
I'm Ira Glass, back next week with more stories of This American Life.
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