Grady Hendrix has written a fascinating piece about Chinese-American life and Chinatowns in the late Nineteenth and early Twentieth Centuries and a story he’s written about it. “If you were an average Chinese living in New York’s Chinatown at the turn of the century, your life sucked. You had a thriving, albeit mostly male, community around you, but you couldn’t go home to see your family if you wanted to ever return to America. Your streets were crowded with Western tourists on slumdog sightseeing expeditions and white opium addicts, jonesing for some hop. And your life was caught in an ongoing war between the Hip Sing and the On Leong Tongs whether you liked it or not.”