On Nov. 4, you have the opportunity to vote yes on I-1000, in order to give dying patients the right to decide for themselves how and when they may end their suffering.
As an Asian American growing up in the 1960s in the middle of the white American West (Nevada), I was subjected to racial insults and the immediate threat of bodily harm. I was a scrawny 14-year-old picked on by brawnier upperclassmen or a gang of young white men.
With a month left before Election Day, I am reminded of my first voting booth experience. Still in elementary school, I accompanied my mom to our polling site in Brooklyn, N.Y., as her translator.