This post may be unpopular. Mostly with myself, but others may find it boring and annoying, too. How many times can we talk about ethnic issues?
I just became an aunt. And he’s the sweetest, cutest little burrito ever. And: He looks “so Asian“, according to social feedback.
He looks like my sister, who’s also half-Asian, like me. His father’s “white”, but them Korean genes iz strong, dig?
So, he’ll grow up hapa. Mixed. Other.
And I find him so beautiful… Probably how my parents saw (see) me. And a part of me hates that he’ll ever be asked “What are you?” (Yes.Really.) “Where are you from? I mean… No… Where are you really from?” (Van Nuys. Where are you from??) “What’s your ethnicity?” (What the hell is yours and why does it matter?)
There’s nothing quite as alienating as those questions, even from unsuspecting, inquisitive people. Because over and over they were asked in a manner that suggested I didn’t belong.
The truth is, on more than one occasion, when my sisters and my Dad (white) have been out, stupid drunk guys have winked at him like “Hell yeah. Gettin’ that hot Asian game on.” WITH MY FUCKING DAD.
I can’t begin to explain how disgusting this feels. Nor how belittling.
I guess I can at least say that my little nephew is a boy, so he will dodge those “yellow fever” assumptions.
I told you this post would be unpopular.
I hate that I’m even thinking this. It makes me want to murder all of society, in order to prevent this precious little being from ever being confronted with the things I was in my lifetime, simply because I was different than what you see in the movies.
I don’t have an answer. Except LOVE.
I LOVE this little guy. I pray that the world is different enough today so that no one ever asks him what he is. His parents are stone-cold killas, so I’m sure he’ll grow up with an answer that will shut a mofo up. Like I did on many occasion.
Where am I from? Planet Earth. Where the fuck are you from?
And, you know, my sisters have a very different take on this whole thing. It’s probably because neither work in an industry/capacity so intent on categorizing them, based on their looks. But, for whatever reason, this has been my path. So I’ma keep making movies until people stop thinking it’s so weird to see someone who looks different from them.
I’m looking at you, Ignorance. And I’m coming for you.