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My 15-year-old daughter had a warning for me. “You know, Mom,” she said, “you’ll probably be the only white person there.”

It was July 2012, and we were headed to our first “Chinese volleyball” tournament, in New York City. I didn’t know what to expect. In fact, I wasn’t sure we should be going at all.

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