Taiwan, Democracy, and the Ghosts of My Father’s Generation

Taiwan, Democracy, and the Ghosts of My Father’s Generation

There are certain geopolitical conflicts you can debate casually from the comfort of your recliner while angrily wolfing down popcorn. China versus Taiwan is not one of them. At least not for me.

My late father was born in China in 1927. He lived through war, revolution, displacement, uncertainty, and eventually escaped to Taiwan before Communist rule took over mainland China. Years later, he immigrated alone to America with little more than faith, grit, and enough courage to make the rest of us look soft by comparison. So when politicians casually toss around phrases like “strategic ambiguity,” “reunification,” or “regional tensions,” I don’t hear abstract foreign policy jargon. I hear family history. I hear the echoes of people who lost homes, identities, and connections with loved ones overnight.

That’s why President Donald Trump’s visit to China matters. And depending on what is said — or not said — about Taiwan, it could matter enormously.

Before everybody on social media loses their collective minds, let me say this clearly: I understand the “One China” position emotionally. My father probably believed some version of it himself. Many older Chinese who fled to Taiwan never stopped viewing themselves as culturally Chinese. I refer to myself as Chinese—not Taiwanese. Taiwan was not originally envisioned as a separate civilization to those like my dad who fled. It was refuge. Survival. A temporary sanctuary during a civil war that never technically ended. That nuance gets lost today.

The truth is that history is complicated. Identity is complicated. Family loyalty is complicated. And yet, despite understanding all of that emotionally, I still arrive at a different conclusion politically. Democracy must be defended. Especially when Chinese people freely choose it.

Taiwan today is not merely a historical leftover from the Chinese Civil War. It has evolved into a thriving democracy with free elections, free speech, economic innovation, religious liberty, and the right to criticize its own leaders without fearing a knock on the door in the middle of the night. Those freedoms matter. America — regardless of whether the president is named Trump, Biden, Obama, or Reagan — should not casually negotiate away the future of 23 million people simply because a superpower demands it loudly enough.

At the same time, this is where the conversation becomes uncomfortable. Democracy is worth defending, but how exactly do you defend it without stumbling into catastrophic war? That’s the question nobody seems willing to wrestle with honestly anymore. On one side are those who sound eager for confrontation despite never experiencing conflict themselves. On the other are those who believe peace can always be purchased through accommodation and appeasement. History suggests both extremes are dangerous.

My father’s generation understood something we often forget: war is not a movie script. It destroys families, scatters generations, and leaves emotional wreckage that lasts for decades. The answer cannot be reckless provocation or chest-thumping social media bravado. But neither can the answer be quietly pressuring Taiwan into surrender under the banner of “stability.” Real leadership requires strength without arrogance, and diplomacy that doesn’t abandon core principles. That balancing act is extraordinarily difficult for any leader navigating a conflict with stakes this high.

President Trump should know that many immigrants who escaped authoritarian systems often appreciate freedom more deeply than Americans born into it. My father certainly did. He loved America fiercely — not because it was perfect, but because it gave him opportunity, dignity, and the ability to build a future his children never could have imagined. That perspective shaped me more than I realized growing up.

Even now, however, I still wrestle with the tension. Part of me understands the ancient pull of Chinese unity and heritage. After all, I cheered proudly for Yao Ming, Jeremy Lin, and Michael Chang. But another part of me looks at Taiwan and sees something profoundly worth protecting: freedom, self-determination, democracy, and the right of people to determine their own future without coercion. I suspect many older immigrants who publicly embraced “One China” quietly admired Taiwan’s freedoms more than they ever admitted out loud.

President Trump’s visit to China will generate endless hot takes from cable news warriors who couldn’t find Taiwan on a map if you circled it with a Sharpie. But beneath the politics lies something deeply human: families divided by history, people carrying multiple identities at once, and descendants like me trying to reconcile respect for our parents’ worldview with the realities of the modern world.

My father taught me many things — work hard, stay humble, keep your word, value faith and family. But perhaps the greatest lesson came indirectly through his journey itself: never take freedom for granted once you’ve seen what life looks like without it.

Dr. John Huang is a retired orthodontist, military veteran, and award-winning author. He currently serves as a columnist for Nolan Group Media and invites readers to follow him on social media @KYHuangs. His latest book is Whining for Posterity, available on Amazon.

Let Freedom Ring

Let Freedom Ring

I first penned this essay back in April of 2019. It still remains one of my favorite pieces. Happy Birthday, America!

Final Four? I don’t care. I guess I’m a sore loser. The minute Kentucky gets eliminated in the NCAA tournament, I just want to get as far away from basketball as possible. In 2017, right after UNC’s Luke Maye sent the Wildcats prematurely packing, I immediately started packing for my own trip to Turks and Caicos. When Kansas State upset the Big Blue a year later, I booked the first flight out for the Florida Gulf Coast. In 2019, unfortunately, I headed out early again—to someplace far away from Minneapolis, where I could put overtime losses to Bruce Pearl completely out of sight and out of mind.

You see, less than twenty-four hours after returning from the disappointment in Kansas City, I was stuffing my suitcase for Washington, DC. I’ve been there many times over the course of my lifetime, but never while the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. I was killing two birds with one stone on this trip—making my wife happy and NOT watching basketball during the first weekend in April.

Ah, the memories came flooding back. My first visit to our nation’s capital was with my mom and dad back in the mid-1960s. As newly minted, starry-eyed, first-generation immigrants from China, my parents wanted to show firsthand—to their number one son—the sights and symbols representing their personal pursuit of the American dream. Where better than Washington, DC, where founding fathers and freedom fighters named Washington, Jefferson, and Abraham Lincoln stood sentinel over democracy? Granted, I was only six years old at the time, but something deep down inside of me still resonated with this Land of Opportunity. Even back then, the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness sounded pretty darned good to me.

I returned to DC again in the early 1980s, this time as a recent college graduate, indoctrinated with the liberal agenda and misguided cynicism flowing out of all university campuses. The city had a different vibe for me this time around. Thoughts of American imperialism, social injustice, and racial inequality sadly replaced the wide-eyed innocence of my earlier visit. With malice towards none; charity for all suddenly became a slogan that pipedreams were made of. Not going to happen in this America, I surmised at the time.

I returned to Washington again in the early 1990s, a thirty-something professional with a beautiful wife and one-year-old daughter in tow. Ten years in the military with a stint living overseas, and my thoughts on America had changed. The good ole’ USA was now all about capitalism—making a buck, keeping up with the Joneses, and paying off your mortgage. To me, DC represented all that was worth striving for—the money of the Federal Reserve, the power on Capitol Hill, and the status of the West Wing. I have a dream. It was a different dream than Dr. Martin Luther King had, but it was my dream, nonetheless.

And now, nearly three decades later, I’m back again—armed with a lifetime of experiences and a bucketload of supposedly new wisdom. It’s somewhat bittersweet. My mom has since passed, my daughter is all grown up, and I’ve been retired and put out to pasture. On a beautiful sunny weekday morning, I stroll leisurely along the National Mall, with plenty of time to ruminate about life’s regrets, growing old, and what America has meant to me.

Over a half a century as a naturalized American citizen gives me a perspective grounded mostly in gratitude. I’m grateful for many things—a fine education, access to health care, and languorous walks with my dog. But as I pause in front of all the different war memorials, I realize that the thing I’m mostly grateful for in America is freedom. Freedom to speak, write, gather, and worship as I choose. The United States of America still has its faults, but in terms of individual freedom, it remains the greatest nation on the face of the earth.

Walking up the steps of the Jefferson Memorial, I’m reminded that with freedom comes responsibility. Freedom isn’t free. Many have died fighting for it. “May we think of freedom, not as the right to do as we please, but as the opportunity to do what is right.” (author unknown)

Our Founding Fathers got it right in the beginning. “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness…” May Washington, DC, remain forever a bastion of liberty and a beacon for democracy. Let freedom ring!

By the way, the cherry blossoms were beautiful in April. My wife is happy. Final Four? Who does Duke play again?

Dr. John Huang is a retired orthodontist, military veteran, and award-winning author. Currently serving as a columnist for Nolan Group Media, he invites readers to follow him on social media @KYHuangs. If you enjoy his writing, please check out his newest book, “Whining for Posterity,” available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FDLCGR1P