
I have an Asian sibling, 4 Asian cousins, 2 Puerto Rican cousins, 1 Dominican cousin,
4 black and latino in-laws and 5 mixed babies in my family.
They say I can't wear white shirts, because Im so light it looks like Im naked.
I ask them how they can see through their chinky eyes.
They say that I lose when we play cops and robbers at night because I glow in the dark.
I give them a hard time when it takes them an hour to get one knot out of their hair.
They merciless taunt me when I come back looking like a lobster after being in the sun the first day of summer.
I yell "chino!" They yell "casper!"
And the family portraits drawn by the little kids are hilarious.
Its the way it is. We love each other, but I'm sure that every single day at least one person says something" racist" to someone else. That leads me to question whether racism is less an issue of words, but rather motive. Even when we do impressions of each other, I'm sure we do things that "racially-sensitive" souls would cringe at. We aren't maliciously bashing each others' "foreign-ness", though. We are comically pointing out our differences.
There's nothing wrong with that, because our message is ultimately one of care. Of course we give each other a hard time, but that doesn't mean we do anything out of the attitude that one of us is better because of our DNA structures or the color of our skin.
We understand that love and family surpasses all that.
I guess the point I want to make is that as we go through our daily life and "racist" comments, words, and images bombard us, we should look below surface level and try to find the true motives present at the time. Certain things have very potent meanings, but sometimes the ultimate message a person is trying to convey could be different that the typical connotation that that thing carries. I'm not trying to excuse or justify anything, only to challenge everyone to look a little deeper before they pull the racist card or get offended.
4 black and latino in-laws and 5 mixed babies in my family.
They say I can't wear white shirts, because Im so light it looks like Im naked.
I ask them how they can see through their chinky eyes.
They say that I lose when we play cops and robbers at night because I glow in the dark.
I give them a hard time when it takes them an hour to get one knot out of their hair.
They merciless taunt me when I come back looking like a lobster after being in the sun the first day of summer.
I yell "chino!" They yell "casper!"
And the family portraits drawn by the little kids are hilarious.
Its the way it is. We love each other, but I'm sure that every single day at least one person says something" racist" to someone else. That leads me to question whether racism is less an issue of words, but rather motive. Even when we do impressions of each other, I'm sure we do things that "racially-sensitive" souls would cringe at. We aren't maliciously bashing each others' "foreign-ness", though. We are comically pointing out our differences.
There's nothing wrong with that, because our message is ultimately one of care. Of course we give each other a hard time, but that doesn't mean we do anything out of the attitude that one of us is better because of our DNA structures or the color of our skin.
We understand that love and family surpasses all that.
I guess the point I want to make is that as we go through our daily life and "racist" comments, words, and images bombard us, we should look below surface level and try to find the true motives present at the time. Certain things have very potent meanings, but sometimes the ultimate message a person is trying to convey could be different that the typical connotation that that thing carries. I'm not trying to excuse or justify anything, only to challenge everyone to look a little deeper before they pull the racist card or get offended.


