This
article, however, is not about my Asian American identity. Instead, it is about
some observations I’ve made, after living in America for almost thirty years,
about how Asians deal with one another and how non-Asians regard us – at least
here in America, anyway. Bear in mind, as you read, that this piece is purely
anecdotal based on what I’ve seen, what I’ve heard and what’s been said and
done to me. There was no formal survey or research study done from which I’ve
come to any conclusions based on experiences I discuss below. Before we continue, however, I should
also point out that I am going to be discussing, primarily, East Asia and the
Asians I encountered growing up. I am not necessarily going to be discussing Central
Asia or The Middle East or Asia Minor.
The
biggest thing I’ve noticed, discovered and experienced is the myopic,
narrow-minded and, largely, ignorant view of who and what are Asian. The worst
part of this is that it’s not just non-Asians who possess this lack of
knowledge (as you might expect and, perhaps, even excuse of non-Asians) but
Asians are also guilty of disregarding other Asians.
There
are, of course, accounts throughout history of Asians mistreating other Asians.
These incidents have, unfortunately, developed distrust and animosity between
the groups involved and, sadly, such feelings are often passed from one
generation to the next. There have been – and is - animosities between Japanese
and Chinese, Japanese and Koreans, Japanese and Filipinos, Filipinos and Malaysians,
to name a few. These conflicts have come from one nation conquering or invading
another and mistreating those who were conquered (e.g. Japanese invasions during
World War II). In some cases, the conflict was over territory resulting in bad
blood between the nations and their people (Malaysia and The Philippines
arguing over sovereignty over the island of Sabah). In some cases, the conflict
has derived from territory and religion – the battle of Kashmir, for example,
between India and Pakistan. The feelings borne from these conflicts are often legitimate
– after all, who wants to be or deserves to be conquered and oppressed, anyway? – however,
that they should last from generation to generation, I feel, is a tragedy and a
lost opportunity for healing and strengthening of the Asian ideal.
Since
moving to the United States, though, I’ve noticed there almost appears to be a
hierarchy of ‘Asianness.’ It’s almost a status symbol and something that is
determined by what kind of Asian you are and how well your country or type of Asian
is known by non-Asians. I have many Caucasian friends and students who have
never heard of Malaysia or Indonesia, for example. To these same friends, their
idea of Asian is Chinese or Japanese and, recently, Korean. There’s nothing to
be said about Pakistanis, Indians, Filipinos, Indonesians and Malaysians. And
let’s not forget the Vietnamese, Tibetans, Thais and Hmong. In fact, when I
people find out I’m Filipino, I’m often remarked by comments like “The
Philippines isn’t Asian. You’re Pacific Islanders.” Yes, The Philippines are
islands – the largest archipelago, actually – in The Pacific Ocean but those
islands are located in South East ASIA. I’m sorry if it messes with your mind
that Filipino can be both Asian and, by definition, Pacific Islanders. India is
also referred to as the ‘Asian sub-continent’ and Indians referred to as ‘South
Asians.’ Do these groups not count then
as Asians?
One
fantastic example of intra-Asian ignorance is an interaction I had with the
Korean mother of one of my son’s kindergarten classmates. My wife ‘looks’
Asian. I put looks in quotes because, really, what does Asian look like?
Speaking in generalizations and typical (or stereotypical) viewpoints, my wife has
sharp eyes, a yellow-mocha complexion, and a flat nose. I, on the hand, have
brown eyes that are slightly rounder, freckles, a sharper more Roman nose and a
lighter brown skin tone. When people meet me for the first time, I am greeted
with confused looks and I still get the questions “What are you?” and “Where
are you from?” So, when we met my son’s classmate's mother, she regarded my
wife, who is three quarters Filipina and a quarter Spanish, with instant Asian
familiarity. In fact, she thought my wife was Chinese. They chitchatted,
laughed. One may even have touched the other on the arm in mid banter. There
was that Asian thang, sisters from another mother and all that. When she learnt
that my wife is Filipina, there was a muted “Oh” that accompanied the
revelation. Being mixed (I have Filipino, Chinese, Spanish and German blood), I
can accept that she didn’t think me to be Asian. So, you can imagine her surprise and disbelief
when she found out that I'm Asian too.
After
both discoveries, though, the most intriguing statement came out of her mouth.
I’m sure she didn’t mean any offense by it but I was definitely taken aback
when she said, about us being Filipino, “Philippines is not really Asian,
though.” What does one do with that? I was torn between getting into a heated
discussion of what that meant and correcting her ignorance, calling her an
idiot and walking away, saying something in the little Korean that I know
(which I’ve been told by other Korean friends is quite good in pronunciation
but, admittedly, is limited to basic greetings, food items, and, of course, Taekwondo
commands), or just smiling and letting this faux pas go by and wait for a better
time to correct her. She is after all, since our sons are in the same grade,
class and school district, someone I could be interacting with for the next
thirteen years. And, lo and behold, my son and hers have come to form a
friendship at school.
This
isn’t the only slight Asian versus Asian slight I've experienced. On Facebook a few years back, I took one of
those quizzes that pop up now and again. This one, naturally, was called How Asian Are You? Well, I took it and
answered honestly (which I was later told I shouldn’t have since those Facebook
quizzes are largely satirical and tongue-in-cheek) and I got a rating like ‘Not
That Asian.’ The quiz items may or may not have been made by Asians. If
they were, though, they were very centric to Chinese, Japanese and Koreans.
There were questions like “How often do you use chopsticks?” and “Do you put
sugar in your tea?” and “Do you read anime?”
In
other things I’ve noticed, you never hear of Asians being cited as a
demographic in consumer spending. I was told, not directly but at a Q&A, by
director Justin Lin, after a screening of his movie Finishing The Game, that this is because Asian spending habits tend
to mimic Caucasian spending habits so the two sets of numbers are often lumped
together. I guess, in this regard, Asians just don’t even exist in America.
This, of course, is far from the truth. A 2012 US Census Bureau report showed
that Asians are the fastest growing minority in the United States, rising 2.9%
(530,000 more than the previous census bringing the total number of Asians in
America to 18.9 million). In the same year, the Pew Research Center identified
Filipino Americans and Indian Americans as the second and third largest growing
Asian American populations, respectively, in the United States ahead of
Japanese Americans and Korean Americans. Chinese Americans were first. I don’t
mention this to rank Filipinos and Indians above Japanese and Koreans but to
further illustrate that Asians in America are not only represented by Chinese,
Japanese and Koreans.
So,
what is it about Asians in America? We’re regarded as the ‘model minority’ yet
our say doesn’t count and, even within our own Asian collective, there seems to
be a rank among which groups are more Asian and which groups are not. Moreover, there is, from what I’ve seen, a distinction
between mixed Asians and pure Asians and between immigrants and Asians who were
born in the United States. And, don’t even get me started on Asians living
outside the United States and how they often look at Asians in America, regardless
of whether they are mixed Asian or immigrants or both (like me).
With
the Internet, satellite television, immigration and easier air travel,
globalization has happened and is here to stay. This has brought people
together but, in a weird way, it has also heightened the awareness of our
differences and, perhaps, pulled people apart. Differences can be good if we’re
celebrating them but not if we’re recognizing them in ways that raise one
culture while putting down another. For Asians to strive in this country, we
need to celebrate each other’s differences and unify those differences in a
total Asian identity and, when one of us succeeds, cheer it as not only a Chinese
American or Vietnamese American or Korean American or Whatever American triumph
but as Asian American triumph.
