The Distinct Violence of My Asian American Childhood

9 thoughts on “The Distinct Violence of My Asian American Childhood”

  1. I am Filipino and had a similar experience growing up. I am sorry that you had to deal with all of that, but you sound like such an enlightened person now. I’ve also experience bullying of a different type at work. Somehow Asians are “only good with numbers”…so they stick you in the back and it gets quite difficult to get any of the front office work.

    I’ve actually taken the time to develop myself and don’t consider number crunching to be my strength, but there is that bias that is so hard to fight. I like to call it passive discrimination. Instead of actively pushing you down, they just leave you out. Please keep writing your blog, I think these issues transcend sex and there is a lot of potential for people to get insight, a feeling of empathy, and support.

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    1. Hey bro! Thanks very much for the comments and encouragement. It means a lot to me. I am from time to time, an enlightened person, but I’m also angry, frustrated, and tired. I try to display the best side to encourage myself to develop it. MSP really, thank you. Have a great one.

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  2. That is some very messed up childhood and school life. I am very sorry to hear about that. Violence is always the very last resort to any situation and when things go down that path, that’s a sign of desperation. From the sound of things, I won’t be surprised if you said you ended up in need of medical treatment.

    My experience going to a predominantly white school in Australia was quite the opposite. Think around the ages 5-7 years old. Never physically targeted but mostly verbally. For instance, “ching chong”, “ling long” was what I often heard directed my way.. Most of the time the kids left me alone…or rather deliberately avoided me and didn’t want anything to do with me since I really wasn’t like them. And I could never understand why. They even went as far as not choosing me to be on their sports teams in PE classes (netball, soccer) and when I did get on their teams it was because the teacher stuck me there.

    They pushed me aside to get the ball or spring races during the PE games and not anyone else from memory – yes, my supposed team mates on the same team. One time I got shoved by a white athletic classmate and the back of my head hit a brick wall of the school building. Falling to the ground bum first, I felt the back of my head turn cold. Blood. Bleeding. Evidently. Everywhere. No one bothered to help until a teacher walked by. I often wonder was it an innocent accident, but part of me strongly says otherwise.

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  3. Oh it’s a big city suburb. The metro area was about 800,000 people then. The Asian population was around 2% …including University students.

    I return every few years for a visit. I like it mostly. I don’t let my experiences with a few people represent any larger “group” of people. I think I have a general sense of politeness off-blog influenced by where I grew up. It took a long time to get to this point of view… I’m not sure everyone hurt in the same way does.

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  4. Wow. That is some serious shit. It’s amazing to me now how that sort of violence can continue and the parents never intervened. A kid off a balcony and no one noticed? How big is this town?

    Do you ever go back? Has it changed at all?

    DC was such a mix of races that it was no big deal. My older sister quit wearing pigtails in grade school because the Vietnamese-American boys kept grabbing them, pretending they were motorcycle handlebars, and yelling, “Vrooom, vroom!” Yeah, that’s all I got for grade school. My best buddy one block over was Regina King, African-American.

    I think in Jr. High the African-American girl with the locker next to mine didn’t like my tone and chased me down the hall. Her friends all told her leave the poor white girl alone and she backed off. And that’s my big Jr. High story.

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