My mom, on one of her volunteer trips to Taiwan, met the principal of an aborigines elementary school not too far from where she grew up herself.
When the principal found out who she was, he revealed that during those times it was known - not just in his village, but in the next two villages over - that her father was the only attorney who could be trusted to protect the interests of people in the aborigines community.
In those days, we Han preyed on the aborigines in real estate deals. We would prepare contracts that would transfer ownership when aborigines land owners were misled into thinking they were leasing their land.
My mother recounted days in her childhood when my grandfather would be yelling red-faced, banging his fist over a desk, my grandma besides him trying to calm him down - only decades later she learned from this principal what my grandfather was all about.
In another story, she recalls being sent to collect payment from clients, but when she arrived they would be empty handed. People would send her away with what they had, whatever they had farmed or raised. Even though money was always tight, her house never had a shortage of dried fruits. I'm just amused by the image of bags of produce lining the hallways of their house now.
I'm very proud of these stories of my grandfather's rectitude and hope they will inspire my future children to be forthright. I hope this story can inspire them as it inspired me.