I found my voice and no one was going to take it from me. It wasn’t Swift’s voice, it was mine, but he gave me the confidence to let it go. My dad urged me to fight, but Swift taught me how. It wasn’t just sparring in the kung fu room or wearing a belt. I started to study the mechanics that writers and orators used: complex sentences, allusions, metaphors, framing, satire, parody, alliteration, syntax, logos, pathos, and ethos. It wasn’t enough to be right; you had to know how to argue. I started reading classic essays like “American Scholar” or Tolstoy’s “What Is Art?” There was a formula to being persuasive and I wanted to figure it out.
Fresh Off the Boat: A Memoir by Eddie Huang