I am reading “The Accidental Asian.” It is a very interesting and eye opening book about expectations and the differences between one’s culture of origin and what happens to people of a certain culture that gets assimilated into American culture. There’s both a gain and a loss, real and perceived.
And in the course of discovering what people from the Asian culture may experience whether assimilated or not; was an acronym I had not been aware of-SNAFU. Now I don’t know if most people know what this acronym means, but it shocked me because I was looking at the name of my former dog…a name I lovingly gave him because I thought it was cute. And discovering this acronym of my baby’s name caused me some measure of mild annoyance and insult.
Another thing that was mentioned seems to me to be a standard truth, and was simple enough in its concept, but surprised me because it was not something I had ever consciously thought about. “‘A’ students end up working for ‘C’ students.” Unbelievable just how true that is! And then the ‘A’ students are angry and frustrated because some ‘idiot’ put a ‘moron’ in charge, who doesn’t know squat about the job, the process, nor safety.
I thought these were very astute thoughts and observations:
“The irony is that in working so duteously to defy stereotype, I became a slave to it. For to act self-consciously against Asian “tendencies” is not to break loose from the cage of myth and legend; it is to turn the very key that locks you inside. What spontaneity is there when the value of every act is measured, at least in part, by its power to refute a presumption about why you act?”
For me, this speaks of putting an end to the manipulations by others through their expressed expectations and the pressure of their guilt trips. I so understand this man’s struggle, despite the fact that he was not at all pressured by his family to go one way or the other. It was societal pressures that influenced much of his struggle, particularly as a young man. In his case, he was only dealing with an internal battle between his culture of origin, and the culture of the country he lives in.
“…For while it may be possible to transcend race, it is not always necessary to try. And while racial identity is sometimes a shackle, it is not only a shackle. I could have spared myself a great deal of heartache had I understood this earlier, that the choice of race is not simply “embrace or efface.”
…For here I am now, standing in a new country. Not as an expatriate or a resident alien, but as a citizen. And as I survey this realm-this Republic of Privilege-I realize certain things, things that my mother and father might also have realized about their new country a generation ago. I realize that my entry has yielded me great opportunities. I realize, as well, that my route of entry has taken a certain toll. I have neglected my ancestral heritage. I have lost something. Yes, I can speak some Mandarin and stir-fry a few easy dishes. I have been to China and know something of its history. Still, I could never claim to be Chinese at the core.
Yet neither would I claim, as if by default, to be merely “white inside.” I do not want to be white. I only want to be integrated. When I identify with white people who wield economic and political power, it is not for their whiteness but for their power. When I imagine myself among white people who influence the currents of our culture, it is not for their whiteness, but for their influence. When I emulate white people who are at ease in the world, it is not for their whiteness, but for their ease.
I don’t like it that the people I should learn from tend so often to be white, for it says something damning about how opportunity is still distributed. But it helps not at all to call me white for learning from them. It is cruel enough that the least privileged Americans today have colored skin, the most privileged fair. It is crueler still that by our very language we should help convert this fact into rule. The time has come to describe assimilation as something other than the White Way of Being.”
In my case, the struggle was the result of the fact that I had assimilated without problem, and was quite comfortable around white people, and likewise, they were comfortable around me. When I moved to Florida, I came into contact with a greater volume of people from the darker race within my nationalities than I had ever encountered before in my sheltered life as an Air Force brat.
These people I encountered were jealous and had issue with the fact that I was so at ease in my assimilation, and they could not or would not assimilate themselves to gain access to the opportunity they desired. So they spurned me and pressured me with labels, calling me the “white queen, white princess,” and other aspersions of their choice; all meant to belittle me for my success in gaining access and for the fact that I was not like them. They found every thing imaginable to complain about concerning me, including and not limited to the color of my underwear, which I found to be a rather odd zone to focus on, if you feel me.
Their constant attacks upon my person caused me to make a few choices that were not a preference. Just as I am now explaining to my son, who is also having problems fitting in at school, I had to learn to assimilate. The comparison I gave him, (and I will have to borrow some videos from the library to give him a better perception of the issue) is the Borg on Star Trek. Everyone expects the hive mentality, whether it is within the social structure of school, or further within the subculture of culture and race.
I speak perfect proper English, but I had to make a serious effort to adopt street slang and some measure of Ebonics just to get by and speak enough broken English to satisfy my darker counterparts that they were acceptable and that I was not better them as they perceived.
As I explained to my son, I had to do this just to get by, not because I believed it, nor wanted to speak like that or be like the people who needed this validation from me. No one from any of my other inherited cultures has made this demand on me, nor had any issues with the fact that I’m a mutt of many nationalities. No other culture in my nationalities has required that I claim only them as my race, or even as the majority of who and what I am. It’s sad to me that so many in this one culture…this one aspect of who I am, have such an insecurity and need for self value and validation and just acceptance as a whole. There’s such an apparent lack of self-worth, and believe me, I’m not saying that their need for validation is not justified, but I do think its a sad state of affairs for an entire race of people.
This group attributed my success in the white arena to the fact that I had other cultures mixed in my bloodline, and particularly focused on the fact that the white race was among the other cultures. So they claimed that my more “white” features, hair and manner of speaking was the thing that gave me the privilege of access, and they felt that I was better than them as a result. They despised me for my parents and my upbringing. They despised the fact that I was impartial to race and had no issue with dating men of any race I choose. They despised me because I was not just like them; I didn’t live where they lived; I had not experienced the same sort of experiences nor the racism they’ve experienced. I did not have the hatred they had. I called their mentality ‘boxed in thinking,’ and like I said, it’s a sad state of affairs.
“In every assimilation, there is a mutiny against history-but there is also a destiny, which is to redefine history. What it means to be American-in spirit, in blood-is something far more borrowed and commingled than anything previous generations ever knew. Alongside the pain of migration, then and the possibility, there is this truth: American is white no longer, and it will never be white again.”
My goodness, if this election year isn’t evidence of this evolution, I don’t know what is. And this book was copyrighted in 1998-ten years ago. Like I said, I could identify with the reflections and struggles this man described as he analyzed his choices to assimilate from one culture into another.
With me, what he calls assimilation into the “white” race or arena came very naturally, and without much thought or conjecture, because I never viewed myself as any different than anyone else; nor did I define myself by my complexion, and therefore never really had exposure to racial issues until I moved to Florida. At that time, the first group that showed me bias was, as I said before, those of the darker culture in my identity.
But if you read the book and see the questions he examined, even from the perspective of someone of a culture outside the Asian set, but not white, you could clearly understand the reasons for his questions, thoughts and struggle, and I really love how well he articulated this. It is easily understandable by any person of any race or culture that lives in this country.
I was in Barnes and Nobles when I saw this book, as well as several other Asian based stories, which I am fascinated with in general. I find their culture as a whole very interesting, specifically the aspect of loyalty that they ascribe to. So I was interested in several of the books, as well as a book called “Black Like Me,” which was about a white man back in the 60’s getting a medical treatment to turn his skin black so that he could experience life as a black man. It looks very interesting, so I noted it along with the Asian books I was interested in, so I could find them in the library. Anybody else reading anything interesting?
Aside from this…the issue of Forgiveness has come up again. After much pain and internal struggle, I realized that my problem was not the idea of forgiving. My problem was other people’s expectations as to the status of the relationship in question, once I did forgive.
My sentiments are that of Christ…and please don’t misunderstand me. There are some people whose effect in one’s life is so negative; whose constant barrage of discussion and comments about a person is so detrimental; whose attitude is so defeatist in regard to everyone else’s life…critical and judgmental, that it is in one’s best interest to steer clear of that person, because they do nothing but wound with words, their behavior is usually unethical, and the relationships they have are built on lies. So my perspective on this is Christ’s when he said of people in his home town, “Wipe the dust from your sandals…and move on.” (That was paraphrased btw) I mean, I can forgive the person, but when did scripture say that forgiving them means that I have to allow them back into my life?
This has been my struggle because people close to me want to use labels and titles to justify why I should allow this person back into my air space. I’ve forgiven the person, but I cannot tolerate the negative package that comes with their presence in my life, and I don’t feel that the expectations or guilt trips and manipulations of others should factor into the equation. Thing is…this person has not changed, so the effects will still be the same. I’m not demanding change from the person, and didn’t demand it in order to forgive them. But I cannot allow myself to be put back into what equates as an enslaved position simply to please others close to me about the relationship they feel I should maintain with this individual, due to some title or label.
The words “imposing” and “obligation” came up in the midst of my struggle with this situation, and another friend dumped a load of her guilt on me using synonyms of these words because she had never established any boundaries in her life, and suddenly decided after reading a book on the subject, that I was the person she needed to establish them with. I have no problem with her setting up boundaries, but why should I be suddenly blamed for things that I was invited to do now that she has recognized this need in her life?
She claimed all the while that she was not offended and that we are alright, yet kept hurling incidents at me in the midst of telling me that she was trying to help me and that the enemy was attacking. As a result of all of this, I cried a lot and was very hurt and those two words above came floating back to me again, reminding me of the first individual, and reigniting the issue of struggle for me again, which has been a source of physical pain due to the history of the situation.
I had said I had forgiven this person last year, and I did; in fact I was praying heavily for the person in tears, so I know I forgave the individual, but because of other people’s ideology on forgiveness that was being thrown at me like a ball of guilt, I questioned if I had really forgiven based on their interpretation that the relationship must be fully restored with active communication and so forth, especially because of the title the other individual holds as a family member.
So again, I referred back scripture, and I see where Christ did not hold in any special or higher esteem, his own mother, brothers etc; and I still believe that forgiveness does not entail enslavement, and that if a relationship with another causes that, then the end result of forgiving them is to pray God’s blessing on their life and walk away. That’s my take on it. What’s yours? Peace.
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