Your race is a permanent tattoo that people can see from far away, and before they’ve seen the whites of your eyes, they’ve started to identify you.
When though, do they start to make something of it?
When I was in pre-school, I knew that my classmates didn’t have the same skin colors, but it didn’t affect the way I saw them. They didn’t really acknowledge my race as something that could divide us; we just played around in the sand together, wet carpets together.
In elementary school, I started to realize that our skin colors mean that some of us came from different countries; we ate different foods at home and we were out of school for certain holidays. But still, no one seemed to actively judge me based on my race; it was just a side issue that no one even so much as gave a glance.
By junior high, I’d started going to private school, and while I’m thankful for the opportunities that I never would have otherwise found, race had become a very, very pertinent issue. Continue reading
1. Mocking or trying to imitate the language:
Ching chong, ling long, ting tong.
YES, THAT IS WHAT CHINESE SOUNDS LIKE. YOU’RE GOING TO DO GREAT IN CHINA, KID.
No! That’s not what it sounds like! That’s simplifying and degrading a really old and ancient language that carries significance in my life! How would you feel I reduced your language down to a few stereotyped words? Your grunting and tongue clucking does not help. Continue reading