Now that presidential candidates have been actively racist against one of my races, I’m going to add my two cents.
This is me and my mother:
Yea, there’s a lady somewhat photobombing back there and my haircut isn’t the best. But I digress.
For all my non-followers, I am half Asian- half Taiwanese, to be exact. My mom was born and raised in Taiwan and came to the United States as part of a college exchange program. She met my dad at San Jose State University, and the rest is history. Fun fact: they actually had two weddings to accommodate for their respective families being on opposite sides of the planet. So they really have two anniversaries, but we don’t talk about that.
I was born and raised here in Washington state. I grew up speaking English as a first language, as you would expect an American-born child to, with my mom also raising me to speak Mandarin Chinese (although if we wanna get technical about first words and all, Chinese was my first language). She kept me linked to my Taiwanese roots by teaching me the language, visiting her side of the family across the Pacific Ocean, cooking Chinese food, and participating in Chinese/Taiwanese holidays and traditions with me.
I am very proud to be Asian. I’m fortunate that I am bilingual, and I’m always thankful to have this culture.
But I’m still American, and for that matter, so is my mother.
I’ve never lived anywhere but Washington. I cheer for the USA during the Olympics. I love me a good burger and fries. I’m constantly in awe of some of the national parks and monuments we have here, purple mountains majesty and all. Being half-Asian does not take away from my being half-white or an American citizen.
But my mom- I’m starting to appreciate how powerful she is and how much she’s had to fight. She’s a para-educator at an elementary school, working mostly to help kids of all backgrounds who speak little to no English. Sometimes she has to translate for the students and teachers- something that I had to do a few weeks ago and finally grasped the immense difficulty of. She is giving these kids a chance to feel welcome in America, no matter where they’re from. She’s done this for at least 10 years, and she’s had her fair share of teasing and ridicule for her accent. By the way, she’s trilingual and speaks English far better than I speak Chinese. And of course, I would not be who I am without her, racial identity and all.
I’m not sure how many lives she’s impacted, but the leaders of our flawed country should be taking notes from her. She is an embodiment of what our country values, and in some ways, I am too. We are a melting pot, and equality is supposed to be our foundation. So why is Asian American representation so low? Or when it’s there, why is it fulfilling the Asian stereotypes?
I shouldn’t have to argue that my mom and I belong here. No one like me, hapa or Asian American, should have to argue that. No minority should have to fight for that. But here we are, in the 21st century, and not a whole lot has changed.
Fortunately, I’m not going anywhere. Years down the road, I’ll be right here, still fighting.