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This Post is About Asian Americans (or, I Have No Proper Title)

I am currently taking a graduate-level course on Asian-American literature, which includes a considerable amount of theory, criticism, historical documents, and so on.  While reading the preface to Aiiieeeee!, an anthology of Asian-American writers edited by Frank Chin, Jeffery Paul Chan, Lawson Fusao Inada, and Shawn Hsu Wong, I came across the following quote:

Seven generations of suppression under legislative racism and euphemized white racist love have left today’s Asian-Americans in a state of self-contempt, self-rejection, and disintegration.  We have been encouraged to believe that we have no cultural integrity as Chinese or Japanese-Americans, that we are either Asian (Chinese or Japanese) or American (white), or are measurably both.  This myth of being either/or and the equally goofy concept of the dual personality haunted our lobes while our rejection by both Asia and white America proved we were neither one nor the other.  Nor were we half and half or more than one than the other.  Neither Asian culture nor American culture was equipped to define us except in the most superficial terms. (viii)

What interests me about this quote is how relevant it is to all the stuff going on in my little world.  For example, in my Introduction to Literature course, I had my students read Trying to Find Chinatown by David Henry Hwang.  The play deals with two young men, a Chinese man living near Chinatown and a white man trying to find his father’s childhood home somewhere nearby (he was adopted by Chinese parents).  Ronnie, the first man, takes issue with Benjamin’s, the second, take on ethnic identity, calling Benjamin out for what he perceives to be racist stereotyping of Asian-Americans.  In many senses, Ronnie is right, but what he perhaps fails to realize is that he isn’t talking to an everyday white man, but rather a white man raised by Chinese parents who feels a deep affinity to the legacy of his Chinese heritage.  Both characters misunderstand one another to a certain degree, which is really the point of the play:  to question our notions of ethnic identity.

Likewise, the news that Ken Liu won a Hugo Award for his short story, “The Paper Menagerie,” links up with these very questions.  I recommend reading the story, because is is quite good.  At its most basic, “The Paper Menagerie” is about the troubled relationship between a young, interracial male (Chinese, I think, but please correct me on this) raised in America and his Chinese mother who married an American and moved from her home country, but never fully integrated into American culture.  The tension, then, lines up with the quote above, with all the emotional resonance you would expect.  I won’t say anything else about it, though.  There are some clever uses of magical realism and the fantastic, and the development of the characters is worth exploring.  In fact, the more I think about this story, the more I love it, and the more I’m glad to see it win a Hugo.

And that’s really all I have to say.  Hopefully you all will take something from this…

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