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We want a community center, not a stinky parking garage.One day, I saw an elderly woman squatting outside the barbed wire fence of our yard, happily counting my melons.I was raised on the streets of Chinatown!The only Chinese printer in Boston.The first day he landed in America, he found a job at China Pearl.In Syrian Town, everybody was Auntie.On summer nights, after sewing and cooking, mothers conversed on stoops, while fathers worked at restaurants.The group of women workers, we are very powerful.A messenger in the community