What is it like to open your eyes and see your world completely gone wrong? The invaders emerging from the mist like pale ghosts, taking and building, and taking. Latching on and draining you dry. Then calling you a savage. It doesn't take a genius to parse that word form the handwriting on the photograph. Bà Cố and Cam are incidental relics. The racism is not subtle once you start to look.
— She Is a Haunting by Trang Thanh Tran (Page 133)