Welcome, With Hand Gestures deborah jang In 1957 Bronson Avenue stepped out to greet her. Bunched at the curb near the corner — a tangle of scrawny limbs, missing front teeth, sunburnt hair. 18 Looking back, she wonders if they had rehearsed. Or was it spontaneous humiliation? Did the parents know? Ignore them, her mom advised after. Only sticks and stones can break bones. Words won’t really hurt you. In unison they had chanted with gusto and snickers, with mean pointy fingers pulling back at their faces slant eyes.