I’ve never felt so confident and accepted before! I hope that this was as nice of an experience for everyone else. I really did enjoy seeing everyone’s beautiful faces, and reading all your stories. Though I wish it could have been more viral, it was a wonderful event! Happy aceday and Asianinvasion, everyone!
#AsianInvasion #IAmKorean #IAmNotYourFetish No I will not show you how far I can open my eyes. No I cannot see across the bridge of my nose. No it is not the same as Japanese. Don't tell me how you're "omg such a weaboo!!" Then give me shit for enjoying my culture. We are not here for your entertainment. And I will not water down my culture for your enjoyment.
Thought I would join this because hey, why not. Just a touch of what my life of being Korean was like until now. Maybe it can help shed some light on what /some/ Asians had or have to deal with.
Through elementary school, I got teased a lot. From the way I look, to my tradition and culture, to anything that made me “different” from the other kids. I was bullied a lot. People made fun of my name “Kyung” because it was hard to say, something so /Asian/. So many kids would do the thing where they pulled at their eyes or screamed “ching chong!” at me. I went to school in the heart of Detroit... The only Asian at my school. I was different. There were no differences between Chinese, Japanese, Korean, anything. I was automatically referred to as the Chinese girl. I started to hate my name and the way I look, even the way I spoke.
Through middle school, kids started to learn that I was different in a special and rare way because there were no other Asians around. They learned about fetishes, something called “yellow fever”. So I got racial comments and slurs thrown at me. Boys would say, “I never had Korean pussy before” or “Asian girls are so tight”. Stupid stuff like that. The harassment turned into sexual harassment. I learned to ignore those kind of comments and started to hit the boys, to protect myself. I accepted things though, that fetishes and weird shit like that existed.
Through high school, it was slightly different. People would say that they liked my name, or say I’m “exotic”. Still, a lot of people would stereotype me or like me just for being Korean or whatnot. That was surprising. It was either I was liked for being Korean or I was hated for it. It wasn’t once when I heard “I hate Asians”. I received more... respect(?) though. People were interested in the fact that I was born in Guam and was raised in America. I appreciated myself and my culture a bit more around this time, but I didn’t fit in with the other Koreans. I was too American-ized so I had no Asian friends. Stereotypes didn’t fit me either. I was kinda lost.
I’m 23 and even now I still get racial slurs thrown at me, I still get teased or bullied or looked down upon just because of who I am. It’s kind of ridiculous. At work I get customers who look at me and think that I don’t know English, that I’m somehow inferior to them. It’s really disgusting and lately I have been doing my best to prove them wrong. I hate it when people get angry at my mother or my brother-in-law because their English is broken. It flares me up and I always jump into their defense and harshly talk the other person down. Or I get ridiculous questions such as, “So.. Are you South Korean or North Korean? What is North Korea like?” Idiots.