As much as it might be easier to cut my losses and enjoy life somewhere else, I feel an obligation to stay and help– even if only to make America a little easier to navigate for some younger version of me that’s growing up in these surreal times.
I am American. I am also Taiwanese. When I thought of myself as Taiwanese American, I always felt as if the modifier before -American meant that I could never truly be either, but I’m learning that I am fully both.
Interesting read from a Taiwanese American who decided to make the move back to Taiwan.
Though I am Asian American, I lived overseas for many years (you TCK’s know where I’m coming from). So, even though I love living here in America, my mind has always had a bit of that international flavor, and I still don’t have a handle of all the intricacies of full American culture.I’ve never experienced the spectrum of Asian discrimination of AA’s who lived here–whether it’s in the deep south or in the culturally diverse cities of Socal or elsewhere–but I do know it exists and faced some myself when I paid attention. And I’ve seen the anger of those who’ve been seen as more the Asian part of their Asian Americanness.
When I grew up as an Asian American (the American part to a much less degree, tbh) in Africa, I think most people ascribed a lot of Asian culture to me. That was fine, but I honestly didn’t have any answers when people asked me about kung fu. We don’t all know martial arts, but I get it. I’m the only Asian looking dude in the bushes of Africa.
There are no easy answers, and I’m just commenting that the experiences and reactions of Asians in America are diverse and we just have to accept that it’s not always easy.