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Friday, June 6, 2008

Some Thoughts On American Hues

(Aside from important issues presented by the ongoing Presidential campaign - I'd like to address part of Pat Kurz’s intelligent and well-written guest blog: The Hues of America, posted by Stephanie Frieze on June 2 In Your Neighborhood, particularly the anecdote about the young female student she had many years ago "with a hint of Africa in her features" and comments about the "melting pot" as a topic for more discussion - M.S.)

Even as a minority child, I never liked the melting pot analogy. It was presented as an intellectual ideal with an occasional acknowledgment by usually a mainstream adult that it may not always play out in reality (i.e. Yup, sometimes that’s the way the old ball bounces/So I’ll just ask you how many times that happened to you?)

But ideals are good things right? They are something to shoot for. It’s so simple it should go without saying. People are more amenable to feel bonded with folks who are more like them, so in order to be accepted as an American one must be liked!

What better way to show your new country and society you care enough that you will pull all stops to be just like everyone else, follow the path of least resistance and melt right into the old pot (i.e. Who in their right mind does not want to be liked?/Are you dying to be told be nice, be quiet and Just get with the program?)

Of course when you melt down all sorts of ingredients in a stew, what you're eventually going to get is a conglomeration, which is why good cooks have a preconceived template for what particular dominant flavor or flavors ought to be so the general recipe would not loose its flavor.

So, if you will, the right amount of social and cultural blending the majority had in mind was heavily skewed (ethnocentric bias*) with those components. And it could be said in some cases the flavors were as ingrained as they were obvious, and many people were honestly oblivious for years until the details were pointed out (i.e. Everyone knows a stew starts with meat or fish to which you add vegetables./How about soy cakes (tofu) and reconstituted (kombu) dried seaweed?)

Back in my day the basic school reader depicted generic people and families as being Caucasian. Remember Dick and Jane? Once or twice if I remember correctly, if the question was ever asked, we were told that to consider the illustrations of the white people as the generic symbol for humanity. Apparently it was too much of a bother or the books would cost too much more to ask the artist or publishers to go to the extra effort or trouble to put in everyone!

But when I got a little older, it was likewise discovered textbook budgets could be stretched and both artists and publishers would cooperate an include at least one illustration per crowd of a non-white person and some people thought then that was the good old days.

Non-Caucasians continued to be shown when applicable in ethnic dress, illustrating they were obviously foreign and oh so not really like us. If I ever saw say, a girl with my skin color, hair and eye shape in a book illustration as a child, she would be wearing a kimono which I never did in real life. Sometimes I couldn't even recognize her to be Asian, but I never had the same trouble with pictures of generic people.

When Asians came into the frame on television and in movies, they were either (a) evil villains, (b) badly made-up white people or (c) household servants. Back then, you could observe something similar with other people of color. Generic actors and actresses had more range.

As a child, it was clear that Asian men were good cooks, excellent gardeners and so good at answering the door that a model father couldn't be caught dead without one! To put yourself in my shoes you’d have to be able to imagine what the world would be like if it was reversed. Imagine America exactly the same – ideals and all and a grown up version of me as a generic woman fretting about having to replace my white cook!

So back in the late 70's when I was a undergrad at the University of Washington and taking what was called Asian-American Studies, I was introduced to descriptive terminology suggested a different more democratic way to describe America. Rather than a stew, it was a salad (i.e. all the ingredients have their own unique characteristics).

In this analogy it's the distinct ingredients that give the dish flavor rather than all flavors subordinate to one or a select few. Yes! This was an idea I could go with and more importantly give my heart.

The discussions and differences that we have had in society over words (an issue that has been unfairly dismissed by the denigrating term politically correct by those who would prefer not to make the effort) is about being able to have the right despite race, color, gender, income, education, sexual orientation or whatever even when you are in the minority, and to define yourself and who you are.

Within the narrow framework of my own limited cultural roots - as a descendant of Japanese immigrants who entered the US in the early 1900's and settled on the West Coast, it can be observed that the high rate of marriages and subsequent births outside the community has resulted in numerous relations who don't fit the stereotype. Does that end the issue? Others will have to answer.

I'm happy to see a Japanese-American community queen or two in years since of many colors, because some of us in turn have been able to come to the conclusion that who we are is more importantly - a matter of heart.

And if that intangible something which can be described as a Japanese-American community ever ceases to exist it will because the choice to leave whatever that is physically or in our mind’s eye has come voluntary from the spirit.

The willingness of all people to offer others as Kurz described "wiggle room" space in and outside the family and community to define themselves, as well as the amount of sensitivity brought by individuals to respect both the right to do so and allow for individual personal preferences, is an empowering expression of love, support and justice on the highest order! We are all deserving. The topic should never cease to have a place on the agenda and space on the floor. Anything less is politics…

(* Editors note: That was also the day when the Western civilization by itself alone was going to save the world. I'm not saying they weren't qualified or they didn't try, but it's pretty clear our ambitions then overstepped our capacity to do so.)

8 comments:

JosephMcG said...

Sisters and brothers, keep this type of writing/thinking coming, please... gives me a chance to wiggle a little... I especially appreciate your writing, Misu, because I seldom get a chance to read what Japanese American human beings are thinking (and I know that you are not trying to represent all of anybody)
I had the Dick/Jane books too...acted in a play based on leprachauns and Ireland when I was nine years old, in an all Black Catholic grade school... black nuns, black children)
I did not name my skin color as brown or black until I was thirty... the books, the television, the movies... Blacks were mindless African warriors or quiet domestics in the background...
I was not mindless; so I was just lost... no role models anywhere in the media to help me come to terms with being Black and beautiful...
That cost me... so many years of not knowing me...and definitely not thinking I had a right to exist as self-determining... my style, be nice, be quiet, fit in...
My great sadness today is that we are not focusing enough on literature or the arts so that children of every community can see their body color and their stories highlighted in our schools...
And we end up thinking that
1. we have the right to tell people of color, here and across the world what to do and how to do it...
2. we become offended when someone differing in race, culture, gender difference in any way says I am beautiful as I am... I have the right to share all the benefits of every other human being in this country and on the planet...

Let's talk to each other about the images in our heads about who we think we are, worms crawling through the muck, roosters strutting and crowing loudly,
How do we think of ourselves; what thoughts and questions come to mind when we meet with or think of those who differ from us (i.e. they have a right to be here, just stay away from me and mine as contrasted with you are my sister, you are my brother, come, let us break bread together)
I am looking forward to this discussion

Kim Thompson said...

I remember being told, many, many years ago, as a kiddo, this:

"Hey, are you Mexican?"

"No."

"Well, you are really brown."

"Yes, I am brown."

"So are you Italian?"

"No. I'm part Hawaiian."

"Oh, well, that doesn't count."

"Why?"

"Because it's part of the United States!"

So, for awhile, I thought that Hawaiians didn't "count."

Thank goodness that glue didn't stick!

JosephMcG said...

Were you expected to be the perfect student...

Lorraine Hart said...

I'm grateful to have spent my childhood in southeast Asia, where my "look" (Caucasian) was the minority. I wished for a beautiful duskier skin that didn't burn and blister so painfully in the sun. I wished for exotic shaped eyes with great depth like my beloved Amah, Siah Ah Tai, who raised me. I wished (and tried really hard) to be like a boy because girls were not worth as much in my family or in the time of my childhood.

You're right Mizu...the thought of a salad, each ingredient distinct and the mix flavourful, is a great metaphor. I would like to say though, that I love when different races "cook" together to give birth to such beautiful blended babies, each still unique in their yummy being as are we all.

Kim Thompson said...

I love your salad analogy, too, Mizu and Lorraine, I love your salad "blends." My kiddos are a unique and tasty salad: Swedish, Polish, and Hawaiian!

JosephMcG said...

Here's a question for you...
when someone asks you who you are, i.e. what is your racial background, what do you say
I used to say I was part Creole, Cherokee, Irish, and African
Now I say either I am Black or African-American, a son of God, or your brother...
What do you say...

Stephanie Frieze said...

Great post Mizu! I, too, like the salad over the stew analogy. Things keep their flavor that way. My youngest child is half Iranian and as a little guy would get asked if he was adopted. Fortunately, to my knowledge he's never suffered from descrimination based on being of Middle Eastern decent. If he had he would not have told me because Mama Bear can be pretty protective. He actually looks more Greek than Iranian which may be why even after September 11th he was not harrassed, but in answer to Joseph's question, yes, we are all children of the same Spirit.

JosephMcG said...

Mizu, (what a blogger you are), and commentors... tell us more about the socialization you experienced at home, in schools, in various groups you belonged to...
for example, when I was a child I went to Catholic church and when it was time to ask God to join us as the priest said the words of consecration (transubstantion of the bread and wine), we knelt and the priest turned his back to us and lifted his arms to the heavens...
This led me to think that the priest was more than human... the one who could call on God... and that God came down to us and was there, outside of us...
just one example of how the way group functioned led me to think and act in a particular way...
how about your churches, schools, work situations, family structures...
I would love to learn more about how we differ...