Eileen ini kok tulisannya ngaco balo, saya kira dia berasal dari "affluent
neighborhoods" yang dikritiknya. Tulisan yang meng-generalisasi.
---We Asian Americans like to think of ourselves as exempt from racism. After
all, many of us live in affluent neighborhoods, send our children to selective
universities, and work comfortable, professional jobs. As the poet Cathy Park
Hong writes, we believe that we are “next in line … to disappear,” to gain the
privileges that White people have, to be freed from all the burdens that come
with existing in a body of color.
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A Letter from a Yale student to the Chinese American Community
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Content warning: White supremacy, racial stereotypes, violence
To the Chinese American Community:
My name is Eileen Huang, and I am a junior at Yale University studying English.
I was asked to write a reflection, maybe even a poem, on Chinese American
history after watching Asian Americans, the new documentary on PBS.. However, I
find it hard to write poems at a time like this. I refuse to focus on our
history, our stories, and our people without acknowledging the challenges,
pain, and trauma experienced by marginalized people—ourselves included—even
today. In light of protests in Minnesota, which were sparked by the murder of
George Floyd at the hands of racist White and Asian police officers, I
specifically want to address the rampant anti-Blackness in the Asian American
community that, if unchecked, can bring violence to us all.
We Asian Americans have long perpetuated anti-Black statements and stereotypes.
I grew up hearing relatives, family friends, and even my parents make subtle,
even explicitly racist comments about the Black community: They grow up in bad
neighborhoods. They cause so much crime. I would rather you not be friends with
Black people. I would rather you not be involved in Black activism.
The message was clear: We are the model minority—doctors, lawyers, quiet and
obedient overachievers. We have little to do with other people of color; we
will even side with White Americans to degrade them. The Asian Americans around
me, myself included, were reluctant—and sometimes even refused—to participate
in conversations on the violent racism faced by Black Americans—even when they
were hunted by White supremacists, even when they were mercilessly shot in
their own neighborhoods, even when they were murdered in broad daylight, even
when their children were slaughtered for carrying toy guns or stealing gum,
even when their grieving mothers appeared on television, begging and crying for
justice. Even when anti-Blackness is so closely aligned to our own oppression
under structural racism.
We Asian Americans like to think of ourselves as exempt from racism. After all,
many of us live in affluent neighborhoods, send our children to selective
universities, and work comfortable, professional jobs. As the poet Cathy Park
Hong writes, we believe that we are “next in line … to disappear,” to gain the
privileges that White people have, to be freed from all the burdens that come
with existing in a body of color.
However, our survival in this country has always been conditional. When Chinese
laborers came in the 1800s, they were lynched and barred from political and
social participation by the Chinese Exclusion Act—the only federal law in
American history to explicitly target a racial group. When early Asian
immigrants, such as Bhagat Singh Thind, attempted to apply for citizenship, all
Asian Americans were denied the right to legal personhood—which was only
granted to “free white persons“—until 1965. When Pearl Harbor was bombed,
Japanese Americans were rounded up, tortured, and detained in concentration
camps. When the Cold War reached its peak, Chinese Americans suspected of being
Communists were terrorized by federal agents. Families lost their jobs,
businesses, and livelihoods.. When COVID-19 hit the US, Asian Americans were
assaulted, spat on, and harassed. We were accused of being “virus carriers”; I
was recently called a “bat-eater.” We are made to feel like we have excelled in
this country until we are reminded that we cannot get too comfortable—that we
will never truly belong.
Here’s a story of not belonging: On June 19, 1982, as Detroit’s auto industry
was deteriorating from Japanese competition, Vincent Chin, a 27-year-old
Chinese American, entered a bar to celebrate his upcoming wedding. Ronald
Ebens, a laid-off White autoworker, and his stepson, Michael Nitz, were there
as well. They followed Chin as he left the bar and cornered him in a McDonald’s
parking lot, where they proceeded to bludgeon him with a metal baseball bat
until his head cracked open. “It’s because of you motherf––ers that we are out
of work,” they had said to Chin. Later, as news of the murder got out, Chinese
Americans were outraged, calling for Ebens and Nitz’s conviction. Chin’s
killers were only charged for second-degree murder, receiving only charges of
$3,000—and no jail time. “These weren’t the kind of men you send to jail,”
County Judge Charles Kaufman said. Then who is?
Watching Asian Americans, I was haunted by the video clips of Chin’s mother,
Lily. She is a small Chinese woman who looks like my grandmother, or my mother,
or an aunt. Her face crumples in front of the cameras; she pleads and cries, in
a voice almost animal-like, “I want justice for my son.” Yet, in all of Lily’s
footage, she is surrounded by Black civil rights activists, such as Jesse
Jackson. They guard her from news reporters that try to film her grief. Later,
they march in the streets with Chinese American activists, holding signs
calling for an end to racist violence.
Though we cannot compare the challenges faced by Asian Americans to the far
more violent atrocities suffered by Black Americans, we owe everything to them.
It is because of the work of Black Americans—who spearheaded the civil rights
movement—that Asian Americans are no longer called “Orientals” or “Chinamen.”
It is because of Black Americans, who called for an end to racist housing
policies, that we are even allowed to live in the same neighborhoods as White
people. It is because of Black Americans, who pushed back against racist
naturalization laws, that Asian Americans have gained official citizenship and
are officially recognized under the law. It is because of Black activism that
stories like Vincent Chin’s are even remembered. We did not gain the freedom to
become comfortable “model minorities” by virtue of being better or
hard-working, but from years of struggle and support from other marginalized
communities.
On May 25, 2020, George Floyd, a Black man, was accused of using a counterfeit
20-dollar bill at a deli in Minneapolis. In response, Derek Chauvin, a White
police officer, tackled Floyd and knelt on his neck for seven minutes. In
videos that will later circulate online, for three minutes, in a pool of his
own blood, Floyd is seen pleading for his life, stating that he can no longer
breathe. Instead, Chauvin continues to kneel. And kneel.. Meanwhile, in the
background, Tou Thao, an Asian American police officer, is seen standing by the
murder, merely watching. And watching. And saying nothing as Floyd slowly stops
struggling.
I see this same kind of silence from Asian Americans around me. I am especially
disappointed in the Chinese American community, whose silence on the murder of
Black Americans has been deafening. While so many activists of color are
banding together to support protesters in Minneapolis, so many Chinese
Americans have chosen to “stay out” of this disobedience.. The same Chinese
Americans who spoke out so vocally on anti-Asian racism from COVID-19 are
suspiciously quiet when it comes to Floyd’s murder (as well as Ahmaud Arbery,
Breonna Taylor, Tamir Rice, Sandra Bland, Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown,
Freddie Gray and countless other Black Americans who were killed merely for
existing). I do not see us sharing sympathy for Black mothers who appear on
television, begging, like Lily Chin, to see justice for their sons. I do not
see us marching with Black protesters. I do not see us donating to Black-led
organizations.
I do not see our outrage as White murderers, such as Vincent Chin’s killers,
receive no jail time for killing innocent Black Americans. I do not see us
extending any solidarity toward the Black protesters who have been sprayed with
tear gas and rubber bullets—only a couple weeks after White COVID-19
“protesters,” armed with AR-15s, were barely even touched by policemen.
Instead, I see us calling them “thugs,” “rioters,” “looters”—the same epithets
that White Americans once called us. I see us, such as members of my own
family, merely laughing off President Trump’s tweet about sending the National
Guard to Minnesota, as if it were a joke and not a deadly threat.
I imagine where we would be if Black Americans did not participate in Asian
American activism. We would still be called Orientals. We would live in even
more segregated neighborhoods and attend even more segregated schools. We would
not be allowed to attend these elite colleges, advance in our comfortable
careers. We would be illegal aliens. We—and everyone else—would not remember
stories like Vincent Chin’s.
I urge all Chinese Americans to watch media such as Asian Americans, to
seriously reflect not only on our own history, but also on our shared history
with other minorities—how our liberation is intertwined with liberation for
Black Americans, Native Americans, Latino Americans, and more.. We are not
exempt from history. What has happened to George Floyd has happened to Chinese
miners in the 1800s and Vincent Chin, and will continue to happen to us and all
minorities unless we let go of our silence, which has never protected us, and
never will.
Our history is not only a lineage of obedient doctors, lawyers, and engineers.
It is also a history of disrupters, activists, fighters, and, above all,
survivors. I think often of Yuri Kochiyama, a Japanese American survivor of
internment camps who later became a prominent civil rights activist, and who
developed close relationships with Black activists, such as Malcolm X. “We are
all part of one another,” she once said.
I urge you all to donate to the activist organizations listed below. I refuse
to call for the racial justice of our own community at the expense of others.
Justice that degrades or subordinates other minorities is not justice at all.
At a time when many privileged minorities are siding with White supremacy—which
has terrorized all of our communities for centuries—I want to ask: Whose side
are you on?
中文版(Chinese Version)
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All of those who have signed below have pledged to address/end anti-Blackness
in our Asian American communities by committing to the following actions:
- Donating to Black-led organizations and Black Lives Matter activists in MN
- Protesting (either in person or on social media) against White supremacy
and anti-Blackness
- Engaging in uncomfortable/difficult conversations with Asian
Americans/non-Black people on anti-Blackness in our own communities
- Committing to educating yourself on anti-racist theories, actions, and
histories that can help dismantle White supremacy
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