Sunday, April 18, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Ever look in the mirror and wonder what other people think of you?
I don't understand why Asians and Asian-Americans in general are so insular. I feel every time I see an Asian person at BC, they are with a group of Asians as well. I rarely see a p
erson of Asian descent in a group of students of an ethnicity other than Asian.
I can tell my own kind: ethnic cultures bleached white by American culture. But among the struggles of gripping to my traditions, my culture is lost in a dismal array of diversity.
I am often mistaken for Italian. Although still fair, my olive completion is quickly categorized as Italian. Dark hair, eyes, and olive skin at a Jesuit University? Stereotyped: Catholic Italian. My Muslim family would protest—but regardless, I am “white.”
I am often mistaken for Hispanic. My long, dark brown hair flows across my thin yet curvy body. My big brown eyes absorb the judgmental eyes sizing me as the model of affirmative action. But I am neither Hispanic or susceptible to affirmative action— I am “white.”
My country is in the Asian continent which spands across innumerable facial varieties. Yet societal expectations demand almond eyes to guarantee Asian ethnicity. Not far away my country’s neighbor, India, is somehow granted legal access to the Asian Identity. But me? I am white.
The 2010 census asked me my race. Arabs, one of the most hated cultures by American society, are grouped with the white race. Arabs are judged by the public, stereotyped by the media, and hazed by the extremists. But I am not Arab, nor am I white. I am Persian. I am a different race from Arabs, yet still middle eastern. I am lost in the legality: Who am I? I am lost among the numerous races of the world. But I am who I am.
So you say, who cares? Why should I be the bigger person? Why should I have to go out of my comfort zone and be that "diversity" experience to the majority of BC students whose private, Catholic high schools were comprised of one sex, one racial background?
Sorry to say it, but that's just the way it is. Most of us Asian-Americans are 2nd generation. We are responsible for the way people treat us. If we want to be more comfortable as people, you have to see that treating people differently based on race is so illogical.
I didn't feel comfortable when I went to KSA, ACF, and AC because I felt like there were things I could never talk about, or no one would ever care to hear about. Or, you could only talk about specific things. There's a group mentality that's frightening and forceful, and no, I'm not over-exaggerating. I'm not saying these groups are bad. I just don't want people to base their lives in this sort of pattern, only looking to belong to Asian/Asian-American groups. If you live this way, think of all the things you will never know, experience, learn.
I don't like the way many groups on campus that are meant to support the Asians, whether it be religiously or culturally affiliated, tend to isolate them even further from the general population of students. I also don't like the way majority of the Asians tend to segregate themselves from students of other ethnicity. Most of the times we blame ourselves for that, but then again, it's not like students from other backgrounds are interested in crossing the cultural boundary either. It's a mutual repulsion that seems to get nowhere.