How ridiculous this looks…
"I got this thing for white girls too. You know what I’m saying?"
"And when I’m in the library, it’s just too hard to concentrate. I mean, [White women] sit there in the library with their boobs hanging out and it makes it impossible to study."
"You kinda look like a slut. You’re probably good at something like this, huh? (imitates blowjob)"
I know that people are pissed at Alexandra Wallace. But what’s up with all the sexist comments that Asian men are making? And having a thing for white women? What’s that all about?
got a million muthafuckaz standing behind me
For our sister who set it off on stage tonight at ECAASU and got a large standing ovation. You know who you are (and so do a thousand other people). Let there be more bold and audacious Asian womyn who speak out against imperialism! -HTT and MAMAGUNZ
I was reading Yuri Kochiyama’s memoir, Passing It On, when I came across one of her son’s articles that he wrote when he was in the seventh grade. It is extremely telling of how much education has changed since then. Jimmy Kochiyama’s article is entitled “The Chinese in America”. It was published in a junior high school newsletter:
In the 1850s when all the racism and violence focused on the Indians and Mexicans, when a government inspector stated that the ‘great cause of civilization must exterminate Indians,’ a new dark-skinned foreigner had reached the United States coast, the Chinese. Violence found a new victim.
In 1857, a newspaper the Shasta Rep., said that ‘thousands of Chinamen have been slaughtered in cold blood by desperadoes that infest this state, yet we heard of but two or three instances where they were brought to justice.’ This was not surprising, for California had passed a law prohibiting Chinese from testifying in any case involving a white man.
In Los Angeles, in 1871, a white man was shot in a Tong war. A mob stormed the Chinese community, killed six and hanged fifteen, including women and children, from handy awning and lamp-posts. Anti-Chinese feeling and violence spread through San Francisco in 1877. Tacoma’s Chinese community was burned that year. Members of ‘anti-Coolie’ clubs drove the Chinese out of fifteen towns. Discrimination was no longer a little thing. It was now organized.
Politicians saw advantages to this. Parties rose to power with anti-Chinese slogans. Politicians were extremely interested in the labor vote, and no party platform was complete without a strong anti-Chinese plank. The Democrats were ahead in the demand for the exclusion of Chinese. Discrimination soon become a general practice. A number of discriminatory acts were passed at all levels.
Finally California turned to Washington. In 1882, with the support of the southern Congressman and Senators, the West Coast legislators put over the Chinese Exclusion Act. This effectively halted Chinese immigration.
How many of you learned this when you were in school? I’m one of those that didn’t read any of this history throughout my years in school… until I found it myself.
This is dedicated to all Asians who claim that they are apolitical. Your day will come. — MAMAGUNZ
of my country
will be interrogated
by the simplest
of our people.
They will be asked
what they did
when their nation died out
like a sweet fire
small and alone.
No one will ask them
about their dress,
their long siestas
no one will want to know
about their sterile combats
with “the idea
of the nothing”
no one will care about
their higher financial learning.
They won’t be questioned
on Greek mythology,
or regarding their self-disgust
when someone within them
begins to die
the coward’s death.
They’ll be asked nothing
about their absurd
born in the shadow
of the total lie.
On that day
the simple men will come.
Those who had no place
in the books and poems
of the apolitical intellectuals,
but daily delivered
their bread and milk,
their tortillas and eggs,
those who drove their cars,
who cared for their dogs and gardens
and worked for them,
and they’ll ask:
"What did you do when the poor
suffered, when tenderness
burned out of them?”
of my sweet country,
you will not be able to answer.
A vulture of silence
will eat your gut.
Your own misery
will pick at your soul.
And you will be mute in your shame.
—Otto Rene Castillo
This is part 1 of two posts on yellow fever. Here is the following post, “why yellow fever is fucked up!”
I was at my first demonstration a few months ago when I met a male activist through a friend. He was one of the leading organizers. I was new to everything — how to organize, activist lingo, political discussions outside of the classroom, and other activists. This guy that I met – let’s call him Allen – knew this and volunteered to “take me under his wing.” I did not hesitate and gladly welcomed his help.
As a womon — and an Asian Amerikan womon at that — I was vulnerable to men hitting on and harassing me. The stereotype of Asian womyn as submissive is pervasive and leads men to think “she can’t say no to me.” Naïve as I was, I thought that male activists would know better than to fetishize Asian womyn. How wrong was I to assume that! My illusion was quickly smashed when Allen spoke to me online soon after I met him.
He would be very flirtatious with me even when I did not reciprocate. For men, this should be a clear sign that the womon that you are speaking to is uncomfortable. Eventually, Allen asked me if it was a good idea if he asked me out. Without hesitation, I said no, I think it is a bad idea.
It was a bad idea for the following reasons:
(1) The power dynamics of the relationship is similar to that of a teacher and a student. He knew that I was new so he could take advantage of me in any way that he wanted to. His eagerness to want to “help” me should have been a warning sign. Not to mention, he is at least 10 years older than me. After speaking to some other activists about my experience, they told me that it was a common thing that womyn activists generally face — getting hit on by male activists. Tell me how you can go out there and protest about a big cause and NOT be critical of your own practices!
(2) It was obvious that he had Asian fetish. He had a “particular” type of womon that he was fascinated with: North Korean traffic guards. (Those were not the only pictures he showed me.) When he showed me those pictures, I felt objectified. After that, I tried to avoid having other conversations with him. However, I realized that shutting him out was not the best thing to do for me. Instead, I should have confronted him and heavily criticized him.
For Asian womyn, I think speaking out against yellow fever is empowering. You have to tell those bastards to back the fuck off! How else would you have control over your space and body?
The few exchanges that I had with Allen led to me an important conclusion: male culture in activist circles is no different from male culture outside of activist circles. It needs to be overthrown and replaced with a new culture that respects womyn.
I think Asian womyn can initiate this new culture by speaking more about our experiences with Asian fetish and coming up with ways to obliterate the problem. Concretely speaking, what we can do is to organize among ourselves. You know how guys gather together and cat call sometimes? Well, we can pull that shit on a guy who has yellow fever and is unwilling to change. Gather together and embarrass the shit out of him in public together.
However, if a guy realizes that yellow fever is wrong and wants to change, then a discussion might be helpful. These kinds of discussions, especially those initiated by Asian womyn, need to be public because it can help other Asian womyn.
But for starters, we need to flip the finger at those horny pricks who think that they can fuck with an Asian womon! Who said that Asian womyn are quiet and submissive??