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I've given this shpiel a few times but I'm still figuring it out as I go along, so--let me tell you about my experience of being Chinese-American!
I hated being Chinese-American. I wanted to be whiter than white: I studied European history, took an interest in Latin and Greek, built up an impressive vocabulary, secretly read British literature during my Chinese school classes (I had to repeat the pinyin class three times because of this), etc. just to catch up in 'whiteness' to everyone else, to prove that I had a right to be here, that I was as good as--if not better than--any of my white peers. I was terrified that my being Asian-American overshadowed everything else about me. I didn't want to be an "Asian-American writer," an "Asian-American artist," writing in a little corner about "Asian-American concerns." I didn't want to be boxed off into a little category that defined my whole being. My entire childhood, I wanted to be white so badly because I thought that if I were white, I would finally be seen as a completely realized person--a person who likes video games and fairy tales and ice cream and drawing.
I eventually outgrew my resentment towards being Chinese-American when I realized there was nothing wrong with me. These are the things I wish I could've told my past self: white is not the default. If you are 'marked' because of your race, then white people are 'marked' because of their race too, and god knows it's not all they write about. You are a person already, Chinese-American and all. You always have been.
(I did run into some minor racism when I was younger: kids asking me if I was related to Jackie Chan, some people harassing me and my mixed-race friend at our lockers, people greeting me with ching-chong ching-chong, etc. Ehh. Anyways, not so much anymore.)
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I hated being Chinese-American. I wanted to be whiter than white: I studied European history, took an interest in Latin and Greek, built up an impressive vocabulary, secretly read British literature during my Chinese school classes (I had to repeat the pinyin class three times because of this), etc. just to catch up in 'whiteness' to everyone else, to prove that I had a right to be here, that I was as good as--if not better than--any of my white peers. I was terrified that my being Asian-American overshadowed everything else about me. I didn't want to be an "Asian-American writer," an "Asian-American artist," writing in a little corner about "Asian-American concerns." I didn't want to be boxed off into a little category that defined my whole being. My entire childhood, I wanted to be white so badly because I thought that if I were white, I would finally be seen as a completely realized person--a person who likes video games and fairy tales and ice cream and drawing.
I eventually outgrew my resentment towards being Chinese-American when I realized there was nothing wrong with me. These are the things I wish I could've told my past self: white is not the default. If you are 'marked' because of your race, then white people are 'marked' because of their race too, and god knows it's not all they write about. You are a person already, Chinese-American and all. You always have been.
(I did run into some minor racism when I was younger: kids asking me if I was related to Jackie Chan, some people harassing me and my mixed-race friend at our lockers, people greeting me with ching-chong ching-chong, etc. Ehh. Anyways, not so much anymore.)
International Blog Against Racism Week