living in hawaii, you grow up learning and participating in a lot of chinese culture and tradition. you have friends who are first or second generation chinese. you meet your friends' parents who only speak chinese. this can be said of japanese and filipino and korean also. being part chinese, though not having grown up in a chinese household, it was interesting to be among my people, whom i felt a small connection towards.(im not claiming to be full chinese--i think chinese-americans living in hawaii will understand this, but elsewhere may not). i saw the old fragile ladies walking down the street and i thought of my mama making trips to the bank or going to chinatown. or middle aged ladies laughing at each other's jokes and i thought of my mom and her sisters. or old grandpas working, and I thought of my grandpa driving home the yik lung truck. however, whenever i saw other foreigners, especially white people who spoke english, it was a relief, and my immediate thought was that these people were my people. even though we look nothing alike. those were the people who i can communicate with, who probably have a closer western framework like i do. and the thing is, growing up what some people call and cling to tightly as asian-american especially in an asian dominant culture, i am priveleged to understand a little of and have feet in two cultures. my heritage is asian, USA is my nationality, and my identity has roots in both, but neither is its foundation. when considering race, we're all different. we all bring different stories, complexities, nuances and colour to the greater story. recognize the colour, the slanted eyes, the flatter noses, shorter statures, but go beyond that. no one ethnicity is a monolith. we all have history and culture that runs deep.
and to think i was just gonna caption this:
I'm going to Witchita. #doors