I just began an amazing book by Claire S. Chow. So far I have read the preface and trying to digest everything she has to say.
"What, then, does it mean to be Asian American? To me, it means living in a place where I don't look much like anyone else but in most respects act like them, knowingly all the time that halfway across the globe is a densely populated region full of people who look just like me but don't particularly act like me. It means forever holding the contradiction of belonging and not belonging, of feeling at home and wondering where home is. It means living with other people's ideas about me, ideas that often do not coincide with the person I really am. It means doubting my self-concept. It means working to overcome stereotypes It means sometimes playing stereotypes to my advantage. It means occasionally still wishing I was white."
"What else does it mean to be Asian American? Wishing I spoke the original language. Wanting my children to feel good about their heritage and hoping they pass on at least a whisper of their cultural legacy to their own children. Feeling proud of Asian Americans, who achieve great things in this country."
"And this is also what it means to be Asian American: Contending with mixed messages - echoes of the lessons my mother taught me contrasted to the values I am exposed to in my everyday life, in my work."
Reading this reminds me of when I went to the National Gallery of Art in Washinton D.C. They had an exhibit dedicated to Korean-Americans. With hundreds of pictures of people lined up with a paragraph of what their experiences were, and what it meant to be Korean-American.
The one picture that stopped me staring and tearing up - instantly reminded me of my relationship with my parents. "Forgive parents for not knowing everything about being American. Thank parents for knowing everything about being Korean." This is brilliant. My parents mean everything to me. My only regret is growing up too fast and not indulging in my culture.
But better late than never right? I promise that in the next year I will be fluent in written and conversational Korean. I will learn everything about my parents childhood, their existence - hopes and dreams. If they can't learn English, I have to learn Korean.
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