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Re: The Other Side of the Model Minority Myth (Score: 1)
by GeoffDB on Saturday, July 30 @ 02:17:20 EDT
(User Info | Send a Message) | "You claim that my mirror of yourself is nonsense, so I asked what about it was nonsensical..."
I did not expect to see what I have seen amongst Asian-Americans. My naivete was so evident. There was no way for me to have prepared myself to obsorb what I have observed amongst Asian-Americans.
My criticism directed at blacks who don't like Asians was something that I felt was wholely appropriate because it must have been due to ignorance, insensitivity, racism and jealousy. I could not understand why many of the African-Americans who I knew did not like Asians. How could they be so calous about it; so rude and so abrasive?
So, I set out to do my best to make a difference. I was confident in my command of reasoning skills, intellect, cultural awareness and fair-mindedness that I could simply be open-minded to Asian-Americans and they would see the difference in me and appreciate me for being a good citizen.
I was wrong. All of a sudden, all of the answers to those burning quesions that I had been asking myself about poor black/Asian relations began to ring out loud and clear. After countless times wondering: why? why? why? The answers began to gradually roll in: No wonder! Ah! No wonder...No wonder!
As it turned out, it was mostly about skin color. It was mostly about my race. It was primarily about me being African-American. It became apparent to me in no uncertain terms that the issue that Asians and Asian-Americans have with black people is the same age-old issue that white people have with black people: our skin color.
I thought it was all about crime and ethnic ridicule.
Come to find out there was actually nothing that I could have done that would have made me "good enough" in the eyes of my fellow Asian-Americans. My efforts were in vain. Come to find out, it was my skin that was against me.
This is not to excuse violence by anyone. Violence is unacceptable. Disagreements must be dealt with civily.
Yet, all that time, I thought that it was only the bad black people who caused Asian-Americans to frown upon black people and want as much distance as possible.
That is why when I observe Asians' negative attitudes towards good black people and listen to some of the disparagings remarks Asians make about all people with black skin, I keep repeating that answer in my head about why good black people refrain from fully embracing Asians in the US: NO WONDER!. Over and over I keep saying it: NO WONDER!
I say to myself: "Now, I understand."
I can still be fair to anyone who deserves it. My character is intact. However, I see this racism for what it truly is. It is actually white supremacy. Now, I understand. |
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Re: The Other Side of the Model Minority Myth (Score: 1)
by PKoeut on Monday, August 01 @ 13:31:51 EDT
(User Info | Send a Message) | "You claim that my mirror of yourself is nonsense, so I asked what about it was nonsensical..."
I did not expect to see what I have seen amongst African-Americans. My naivete was so evident. There was no way for me to have prepared myself to absorb what I have observed amongst African-Americans.
My criticism directed at Asians who don't like Africans was something that I felt was wholely appropriate because it must have been due to ignorance, insensitivity, racism and jealousy. I could not understand why many of the Asian-Americans who I knew did not like Africans. How could they be so calous about it; so rude and so abrasive?
So, I set out to do my best to make a difference. I was confident in my command of reasoning skills, intellect, cultural awareness and fair-mindedness that I could simply be open-minded to African-Americans and they would see the difference in me and appreciate me for being a good citizen.
I was wrong. All of a sudden, all of the answers to those burning quesions that I had been asking myself about poor African/Asian relations began to ring out loud and clear. After countless times wondering: why? why? why? The answers began to gradually roll in: No wonder! Ah! No wonder...No wonder!
As it turned out, it was mostly about appearance. It was mostly about my race. It was primarily about me being Asian-American. It became apparent to me in no uncertain terms that the issue that Africans and African-Americans have with asian people is the same age-old issue that euros have with asian people: the way we look.
I thought it was all about money and ethnic ridicule.
Come to find out there was actually nothing that I could have done that would have made me "good enough" in the eyes of my fellow African-Americans. My efforts were in vain. Come to find out, it was my appearance that was against me.
This is not to excuse violence by anyone. Violence is unacceptable. Disagreements must be dealt with civily.
Yet, all that time, I thought that it was only the bad Asian people who caused African-Americans to frown upon Asian people and want as much distance as possible.
That is why when I observe Africans' negative attitudes towards good Asian people and listen to some of the disparagings remarks African-Americans make about people who dont look like them, I keep repeating that answer in my head about why good Asian people refrain from fully embracing Africans in the US: NO WONDER!. Over and over I keep saying it: NO WONDER!
I say to myself: "Now, I understand."
I can still be fair to anyone who deserves it. My character is intact. However, I see this racism for what it truly is. It is actually white supremacy. Now, I understand. |
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