![]() It was the early 1980s, and someone had written them on a sign in a store window not far from my parents’ store. Even if I no longer remember how old I was when I saw these words, I have never forgotten them: Another American driven out of business by the Vietnamese. Let me go back in time to a time being repeated today. Does our being Asian bring us together across these ethnic and class divides? Does our being Southeast Asian, both our communities brought here by an American war in our countries, mean we see the world in the same way? Did Tou Thao experience the anti-Asian racism that makes us all Asian, whether we want to be or not? ![]() He was a police officer and I am a professor. Our strength in numbers, in solidarity across our many differences of language, ethnicity, culture, religion, national ancestry and more, is the basis of being Asian American.īut in another reality, Tou Thao is Hmong and I am Vietnamese. So it is that Tou Thao and I are “Asian Americans,” because we are both “Asian,” which is better than being an “Oriental” or a “gook.” If being an Oriental gets us mocked and being a gook can get us killed, being an Asian American might save us. We take what white people hate about us, and we convert stigmata into pride, community and power. In response to endemic American racism, those of us who have been racially stigmatized cohere around our racial difference. Racism makes us focus on the differences in our faces rather than our similarities, and in the alchemical experiment of the U.S., racial difference mixes with labor exploitation to produce an explosive mix of profit and atrocity. The face of Tou Thao is like mine and not like mine, although the face of George Floyd is like mine and not like mine too.
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