As some of you may know, my wife is nisei, a Japanese-American whose parents immigrated to the US after the WW2. We have two beautiful bi-racial children, my 16 year old son and his 10 year old sister. They are one of the centers of my life, and I would do anything to protect them.
Before I met my wife, I confess I had an only abstract understanding of the difficulties that minorities face in a white dominated America. That has changed significantly since we began our relationship, and particualrly so since we had our children. We probably haven’t faced as many racial incidents as other mixed race couples (Asians being seen as a more acceptable minority to most whites), but we have encountered enough of them to radically change my view on the importance of ending racial discrimination and promoting racial equality.
My oldest uncle (let’s call him “D” for short) is a WW2 veteran who fought at the Battle of the Bulge. He’s a great guy, but he has this one significant blindspot.
(More after the break . . . )
He feels no compunction whatsoever about using what I consider demeaning racial language regarding Asians. At our family reunion this summer he told a story about a joke that was making the rounds during that war involving a stereotypical view of “Japs” (a term, by the way, which many Japanese now consider a demeaning slur). He told it in the company of my wife and daughter, thinking it was a harmless story, I’m sure (I’m not going to repeat the story here because it doesn’t bear repeating and isn’t essential to my story in any case).
Now my wife is not one to get all upset when such things happen. In many ways she has assimilated her parents’ culture in which social harmony is the primary consideration, and expressing outright anger or resentment is an inappropriate response, even if other members of the group are acting rudely toward you. This is not to say she would tolerate almost anything in the interest of preventing discord, but she didn’t consider my uncle’s remarks, especially in a gathering of my extended family, worth making a stink about.
That was not the case with my liberal, evangelical Christian Aunt (yes Virginia, their are such people on this Earth), however. She took great offense on my wife’s behalf and on behalf of our children. My Aunt already had a history of having arguments with her 2 older brothers (my uncle and my father, both lifelong Republicans) over politics, which was one of the reasons my father had declared political issues off limits at the reunion. Up until then, everyone had abided by his dictate. That looked to be changing however.
I knew that any family row over my uncle’s story would only further embarrass my wife, and probably distress my daughter. So, perhaps foolishly, I jumped in and bailed him out of trouble.
I (in my inimitably know-it-all voice) explained that, indeed, racial stereotypes prevailed during the war on both sides and that this was no less the case for the Japanese as it was for the Americans. I related a short lecture on the history of racist incidents (and there were many) by Japanese and American soldiers and explained that this was related to long engrained racial attitudes of superiority in both countries, which were exacerbated by propaganda put out by the respective American and Japanese governments to rally the troops and the home front for the war effort.
I said I was sure my uncle only meant to demonstrate attitudes that were current during the war, and not his personal beliefs. He agreed with my face saving suggestion, my wife gracefully stated she had not been offended by the story and the potential spat fizzled out (though I could see my Aunt was still quite upset about it). Talking to her later, she said she was exasperated by her big brother but agreed that for this one weekend it wasn’t worth creating any ill will. Besides, I thought that my uncle had gotten the message from my Aunt and others (in private conversations later) that he needed to be more aware his use of such racially charged language, and eliminate it from his everyday discourse.
Well, recently I discovered I was dead wrong about that, when he sent me, via email, one of those optical trick images where if you squint you can “decipher” a hidden message (in this case the rather fatuous: “No Sex Causes Bad Eyes”). Above that image was the following:
The Chinese knew……if you can’t decipher the words pull back on the corners of your eyes like the Chinese. Ah sooooo
Now I can understand some of you might think this isn’t all that offensive, even if it is a little silly. Let me explain why I disagree. The “joke” contains two stereotypical references about Asians: that they have slanting eyes, and that they speak broken English. The implicit subtext is the image of a little submissive Asian man or woman, looking funny and sounding funny. It’s a stereotype designed to humiliate them and make Asians appear inferior to whites — objects of ridicule, child-like, weak and not quite as good as regular white Americans. It may not be as coarse as racial stereotypes involving African Americans, but I assure you that people who suscribe to the validity of this stereotype fully intend to demean the dignity and character of Asians.
I doubt my uncle thought about all that. To him it’s just harmless ethnic joshing. He has no personal experience with people taunting him for his skin color, or his facial structure. He hasn’t run up against rude waitresses who make it clear what they thing of mixed race couples, or little league coaches who call your son a “chink”, or “slope” or “gook.” He’s never had to be aware of how pervasive a role race plays in our society. And to be honest, neither had I until I met my wife.
Because that is the society many whites live in today. We live in a cocoon, where most people living near us are white, and the few minorities we come into contact with don’t go out of their way to engage us in conversation about the topic of race.
For one thing, they know better. They know that most whites don’t believe that racial inequality exists anymore. They know that most whites believe racism is dying except among a few, extreme cases. They know most whites don’t consider themselves to have a single racist bone in their body, and feel offended when minorities complain that comments they’ve made or actions they’ve taken have a racial component. I know, because I used to be that way myself. I know better now.
In some respects, Asians, because they are less likely to complain about specific incidents of racism than other minorities, are more likely to be exposed to racist remarks from whites. After all, outside of Margaret Cho, how many in your face Asian comics do you know? Compare that with the number of African American comics who rail about the racism of white people. White people never let their guard down around African Americans, so that only the most extreme bigots (William Bennett ring a bell here?) are willing to put their true beliefs on public display. That isn’t always the case with Asians, who are, let’s be honest, seen as the “good” minority. The minority that’s smart and works hard and most of all, doesn’t talk back.
So, many whites, like my uncle, don’t believe Asian Americans get offended by the occasional stereotypical reference, or the use of racial slurs. The truth is they do get offended, but often, for cultural reasons, don’t speak up about it. It’s sort of like the good kid in school. People treat you well, but that doesn’t mean they necessarily respect you. Nonetheless you don’t complain about the occasional taunt, because good kids don’t make waves.
In any event, this time I decided not to let my uncle’s faux pas go unremarked, so I sent him this email in response:
Uncle D,
I’m sorry but this was in poor taste. I am sensitive to “jokes” and stereotypical references to those of East Asian descent for obvious reasons. My son has been called a “chink” and “slanty-eyed” during his soccer games by adults who were coaches. I’d appreciate it if you would not send out such items in the future. It may seem innocent to you, but in fact it is hurtful to many people.
Thank you.
Your nephew,
Steve
Now, in truth, I did a lousy job here with this email. I was polite, but I didn’t really explain why his email was a problem for me. I probably came off a little too prissy and politically correct in my uncle’s eyes. After all, we live in different times now that Republicans control the world. The occasional harmless remark about race or ethnicity ought to be overlooked. Get a backbone, et cetera. I’m sure that was the thought process he went through when he read this. That’s one of the right wing’s gripes after all: that “politically correct’ speech discrimates against conservatives.
But my uncle’s a generous man. He’s not going to come right out and say that to my face. He’s going to be good natured about it, and express some regret even as he (gently) chides me for being oversensitive. Anyway, here’s what he sent back as a reply:
Steve:
I have been hoping we could get a family letter going after the reunion and it looks like I have gotten it off to a bad start. I have spent so much time with Asian people it seemed a harmless joke. In fact, one of the Chinese girls I worked with introduced herself as “I’m a Chink.” I hope your kids recognize that they are special and should be proud of their heritage and when people call them a chink or slant eye they should just smile and thank them for the recognition. Or, if they want to be competitive just call those people “Round Eyes”. L [my aunt by marriage] is leaving soon for South Korea to spend some time with our friend SunHee. I think I will put that in a family letter to see if we can’t get something started so we can all get to know each other better.
Uncle D
First off, let me say again that my uncle is a good man. He served his country at great personal sacrifice to himself, he’s raised three great children to adulthood and he was a successful businessman. He’s charming and genial, and I’ve personally never seen him raise his voice in anger or shout at anyone. I have the utmost respect for him. Which make his response to me all the more appalling. He just doesn’t get it. Essentially he is saying that rather than change the behavior and attitudes of those who are prejudiced, my kids and my wife should simply grin and bear it, or give back tit for tat.
I wanted to scream at him! My kids shouldn’t have to go through life worrying about prejudiced people are going to limit their opportunites, or racists infringe upon their freedom. My children shouldn’t have to endure the fear of racial taunts. It is those who have racist attitudes that should change their way of thinking. And the most important way to do that is to change how we act toward those who aren’t blessed with an absence of melatonin, including how we talk about all those un-white people, whether they are of African, Asian or Latin American descent.
On the other hand, screaming back at him, much as it might make me feel better, isn’t likely to accomplish what I really want: that he come to realize that these “jokes” and funny stereotypes are not harmless. That they encourage other people to adopt more virulent beliefs and act in a more oppressive manner toward minorities like my wife and children.
Conservatives are fond of saying we should have zero tolerance when it comes to drug use, or sexual license or other forms of what they consider immoral behavior. So why don’t they see the need for a zero tolerance policy when it comes to racism? After all we know racism has led to the deaths of millions and the enslavement of countless other millions throughout history. It is one of the deadliest and most sinister forces on earth. To me, it seems an ideal candidate for a policy of zero tolerance.
Perhaps I should have said that back to him. I don’t know. This is what I wrote instead:
Uncle D,
If I sounded harsh in my response I didn’t mean to. Each person has a different reaction to racial stereotypes and slurs. Some react defiantly and take possession of the term to weaken its power to do harm. This is one reason why I think hip hop culture has made so much frequent use of the “N” word. It’s a way to assert that such words have no power over you if you can use them yourself. Sort of a verbal judo.
Yet a person who identifies him or herself with a slur term is doing so defensively, as a shield. I doubt your friend would enjoy hearing stereotypical language coming from you or other non-asians, even if she is willing to take ownership of the word to describe herself.
For us, we have taught [our children] that they should not use stereotypes or slurs to describe others from different ethnic backgrounds and not to tolerate others using those terms to describe either of them, even in a joking manner. I want them to be proud of who they are, and to be respectful of other people. I don’t think the casual use of stereotypes and slurs is healthy, and I’ve taught them to let other people who do use such words to know that they don’t approve of that usage and to ask them to stop. I’d be setting a poor example for them if I didn’t practice what I preach with you.
But, that said, I hope you will understand that my response was not meant to make you defenseive or uncomfortable in return. Knowing you as I do from our contact over the last decade, I am certain that you did not mean to give offense. You have always been warm and generous to me and mine whenever we have gotten together. I have a great deal of respect for the person you are and the life you have led. Your memoir of your days as a soldier in WW2 were quite an eye opener. You have experienced horrors that I hope no one else in [our] family ever has to experience again.
It is a measure of my respect for you that I try to speak frankly to you about this issue, because I trust you enough to be honest about how I feel. I hope that you will be frank with me in return should anything I say or do bother you in any way.
All that in a round a bout way to say that I don’t think you’ve gotten off to a bad start at all. If we are truly a family, we should be able to speak about any subject, and we should be comfortable enough not to shy away from disagreements, or broach topics that some would say should be kept off limits. God knows I’ve done that often enough in the past: avoided speaking honestly out of a misguided sense of propriety or (to put it more colloqially) so as not to rock the boat. I’ve discovered, however, that most people appreciate hearing the truth so long as they understand it isn’t meant as a personal attack. I hope you will see my response to you in that manner, because in all honesty I did not intend to make you feel bad, but only to let you know how I felt about the subject.
So please continue to reach out. I think what you are attempting to do is a good thing for [our family]. I hope we can all grow closer together, and learn from each other as well as we celebrate our mutual bonds of family and heritage.
Your nephew,
Steve
I hope it helps. Because I want my uncle to understand that this issue is important. It’s his party that is in power right now, and many of that party’s leaders are out and out bigots. They are ready and willing to take the next step towards further oppression of minorities unless responsible, moral indiviuduals in the Republican party, who recognize the danger, speak out to prevent it. And I’d rather have my uncle on the side of the angels on this one.
Wouldn’t you?
First off, I too would do anything to spare your children the pain of racism.
Regarding the GOP family, they are always so easily butthurt when it comes to politics or the bible but will always find some way and find some justification to use terms and phrases that are deemed highly offensive to most civilized beings.
If it wasn’t a slur against Asian people, it would be a slur against the gay community… or as in my families instance… disability.
I’ve tried to explain to my mom’s side of the family, basically religious zealots who hate liberals, why all this time the term “retard” is a term I absolutely will fight over. Sadly you see so many well meaning people use it, but to the rest of us it’s vile and just mean. The term can’t even be empowered by the very group it belittles. You never see a group of developementaly or brain injured people saying to each other, “Yo retard”. And a child with Down’s probably won’t stop you and explain why the term is offensive.
But this isn’t good enough for my family. No. They felt the need to justify it.
They have always used this term. It doesn’t mean anything bad to the person who is a “retard” just to the people they are calling the name. … ahem.. so much is wrong with this I can’t begin to list it all.
Then they will assault me with the phrase, “Political Correct Liberal”…
I applaud your attempts to save a family line instead of severing one. But I know that there will be just another battle brewing over another statement, joke, offense… I wish you the best with this. I love you Steve!
Thanks Janet.
If we don’t fight the little things we lose the big things, yes?
Yes indeed.
And again, you have my sincere respect… ack I sound like a stalker fan 🙂
It’s very true that talking about race makes many people uncomfortable. I think this is because our society has, at this point, decided that racism is bad and unacceptable. Despite that, many are unwilling to give up the advantages and protections a racist society afforded them, and fight to keep those in place. While they are racist, they don’t want to be called racist, because that makes it clear that what they’re doing is wrong.
So instead we get subtle, insideous racism disguised as good will and philosophies of “equality”.
The same goes with sexists. As we saw on kos, sexists react very violently to being called out, because our society labels “sexism” as a “bad” thing. Yet they are unwilling to part with the advantages and benefits (IE, cleanly defined gender roles) a sexist society conferred on them, so they fight to keep them in place by, for example, banning abortion.
The accepted norm is to walk the walk and dismiss anyone who dares to challenge the walk as a pc extremist who is playing the race card. Unless of course the challenger is a hysterical female who is probably having hormone problems.
Great diary Steven. Sorry. It sounds like a pretty painful experience. But I think you handled better than most probably could have.
I know you know this, but there are a lot of us mixed-marriages/children units out here. And I think your experience is pretty universal. My wife is Jewish. Kids Jewish by the laws of the tribe. And my dad uses the word “kike” as if it was an innocent word. It’s caused several confrontations, some near violent. And none of it is solved. He just doesn’t get it. Never will. His own blood. And he stereotypes them like it was nothing.
On the flip side, I’ve been called a “goyem” by her family. They’ve got no concerns about it. But it is a fairly pejorative term used by Jews to distinguish themselves from white-non-Jews.
Crappy world. We can only hope for more people as rational as you, with the gift of finding these nice ways through these minefields.
What I didn’t realize before I had kids is how vulnerable you become. If they hurt, I hurt. When anyone hurts one of them, I feel like personally making that person sorry.
So I think all of the interactions you described with your uncle you handled with a great deal of sensitivity and gentleness. How did we get to the place where the person asking someone not to make offensive racial remarks has to be oh-so-careful and tactful? It’s great that you can do that. But I am so frustrated that you have to, especially when it involves your own wife and children.
You handled it with grace and diplomacy and I admire you for that. It’s bad enough that children have to deal with bigotry out in the world, but the family should be a completely safe haven where they won’t hear derogatory words about their heritage. Somehow it hurts more when it is said by a family member. When I was struggling with severe depression and had gained almost 100 lbs, my 6 sisters would sit around at family gatherings and pinch little bits of thier skinny thighs or stomachs and say how gross it was and I sat silently by, wishing I could disappear.
Sometimes families can be the most cruel, precisely because they know what hurts the most.
Another short story about racism– hub’s ex boss is an African-American ,and he asked hub, before hub was hired- ‘How does your wife feel about you working under a black man?” We were both gabberflasted.
Apparently, he had had some negative feedback from wives,who thought their white husbands should not be ‘under’ a black man.In fact.he was not welcome in one of HIS EMPLOYEES houses because of this .
BOGGLES THE MIND.
I can’t be shocked anymore methinks. What is with this country???
It was unbelievable to me!WTF?!?!
…can have a conversation on the subject. When my stepdad married my mom, his whole family – all rightwingers with some of his four brothers being literally John Birchers – were aghast. Not only was his bride a previously unmarried mother of a 10-year-old, me, she was a Seminole. (Couldn’t even get married in Colorado because this was 10 years before the Supreme Court’s ruling in Loving v. Virginia.
Over the years, however, they softened a bit, though my mother put up with being called “squaw” and I got called “little chief” and even occasionally “redskin” at family reunions until I finally put a stop to it at one memorable outburst during Christmas. I moved out at a young age, so didn’t see the older members of the family for a very long time.
Then, 12 years ago, one of my cousins-by-marriage, gave up trying to get pregnant and adopted a Korean boy. When I heard this, I was shocked, and figured she would be disowned, given that her father – my “uncle” – had always been the most openly racist of the whole family. But, in this case, the power of a grandchild overwhelmed his hateful prejudice. He dotes on the boy. Soon, there was a second Korean grandchild, and he treats her like any good grandfather would, and, amazingly, has publicly excoriated someone who made a disparaging remark quite similar to the kind he would have made himself 20 years ago.
I wish I could conclude on this uplifting note of love overcoming ignorant hatred. Unfortunately, no.
When it became apparent that my wife’s son was coming to live with us five years ago, I learned that my “uncle” only makes exceptions for his own brood. The background story is a long one, but I’ll condense into two sentences: My wife married a Libyan, had two children by him, then was denied being able to see them for 15 years after her husband kidnapped them to Tripoli. In 1998, she was reunited with them in Libya, and eventually her stepson decided to come to college here (which her daughter has now done as well).
When my “uncle” heard about this, he said (according to my mother, who went ballistic): “[Meteor] will be sorry with that raghead in the house. He’ll be lucky not to be murdered in his bed. You can’t trust Muslims.”
Needless to say, when they put that man in his grave, I won’t be sad.
Not sure where this family will end up (might know by next week! :)) but you and yours will always be welcomed in our home.
As well as in our hearts. Thank you for sharing. All of you.
My fathers family and my father when they found out my mother was half Miami, a displaced native american tribe, through my grandfather, almost completely disowned me and my sister and two brothers. My father took great pleasure in torturing us because we were breeds and not real americans. His family never really acknowledged us when we lived near them and have never made any efforts to contact us over the years. No great loss in my life, though my middle brother has tried to maintain some contact with them.
I remember when I was about 11, two of my uncles and my father were talking about the bastard redskins that my mother gave to my father and why didn’t my father just divorce the squaw bitch and get it over with so he could marry a real american girl.
I am married to a beautiful spanish/yaqui apache/english woman who has given me two very beautiful children that I will protect with my life.
I will stand up to any asshat who dares to denigriate my children because of their mixed race and if necessary, not only will I talk the talk, I have been known to raise a lot of hell. lol
Steven, thank you for this wonderfully written piece.
…like yours and mine, ghostdancer. Fortunately, my stepfather, who just died a few months ago, was devoted to my mom and, though he and I had some rough years, never gave the least indication of racism – amazing given his family. Sorry you didn’t have the same experience with your father, but out of that situation has come the fact that your kids will never face from their family what you did.
Peace, my brother.
Gad. What a sad tale. What’s the point of nursing all that hate for so long? It’s beyond me. I got off lightly in comparison. My family only exhibits a mild case of bigotry.
I add my thanks for your taking the time to share this experience.
I appreciate your self-analysis and the responses you made to your uncle. You have given me a good reminder on the importance of speaking up – even when it might not cause anyone to change.
Reading through the comments, I was struck by how many have experienced intolerance. Intolerance takes so many forms: race, ethnicity, religion, size, physical ability, mental ability…and there are so many more gender, age, even political views.
I was also reminded to keep examining my own blind spots. That is so uncomfortable, isn’t it? And practicing tolerance can be so challenging. Sometimes I want to be the Queen of Hearts and just declare, “Off with their heads!”
Again, thanks for the lessons.
Sorry for both you and your uncle, Steven. What follows is disjointed rambling:
My godson is Vietnamese-American, and his father and I have discussed the problem of casual racism. My buddy and I aren’t old enough to have served; he met his lovely wife, who is one of the so-called “boat people” when we all were in school. His children, including my godson, are coming of age in a fairly white Boston suburb, and have been faced with this stuff often.
Quick clumsy pop analysis: I think the jokes generally come from uneasiness. They’re an attempt to place something incomprehensible into a context the teller can understand. Many times, this takes the form of belittling (in the same manner that a school bully will ridicule a smart kid because he secretly fears him). You obviously have a full life with your wife and family, and for whatever reason, at some level your uncle is alienated by what he is seeing.
It resonates because I made jokes (no, not racist) in this defensive manner any number of times in the past, until it was made painfully and exactly clear to me how they could hurt others. “Anything for a laugh” until my eyes were opened to how damaging humor can be. I still fall into this behavior occasionally when I’m ill at ease in an unfamiliar situation, but am more conscious of it now.
You say your uncle served in WWII. A while back, I had the opportunity to view a large pile of WWII propoganda cartoons. That group included “Bugs Bunny Nips the Nips,” several with Daffy Duck, and Private Snafu. The Bugs Bunny cartoon is one you will never see outside of academia or buried in obscurity on the Internet, because it’s a doozy. Buck teeth, slanty eyes, bad English, even shortness. I mentioned it at a dinner party, and people wanted to see it, so I showed it. There was an appalled silence afterwords in that multi-ethnic group, and no real discussion.
Your uncle may have seen it; almost certainly he saw something like it then, because that was the context of the time. No one would have apologized for that when America was engaged in full combat with a hated enemy. It would have been taken as a sign of weakness. And unfortunately, that “don’t be weak” attitude carried forward. If you’re willing to fight to the death with someone, why wouldn’t you feel like you could make rough jokes about (and yes even with) them when the fighting was over? I guess what I’m saying is, for myself I would think twice before challenging someone that age (like my surviving grandma, who occasionally says jaw-dropping racist things) simply because of how much has changed. They perceive every day in a vastly different world than we do.
Well, it’s easy to preach tolerance in such situations, but unfortunately for your family’s sake it would make perfect sense for you to decide to minimize contact with him. You have confronted your uncle in the best way that you can, and that’s all you can do.
Ray of hope endnote: My homophobic uncle told any number of wince-inducing tasteless gay jokes over the years (and my cousin has followed suit – think military humor). Imagine my surprise when aliens zapped said uncle’s brain. OK, actually his wife made him join a Unitarian church (is that close?), and the choir director is… well, I’m told he’s a “really great guy.” Which means my uncle, who can’t deal with gays in the abstract, has met one he likes in person. I admit the bar is lower in my case but hell, if there’s hope for my uncle, there’s gotta be hope for yours!
Steven,
I too have a Japanese-American wife, her dad and grandparents spent time in the camps during ww2. I had a similar problem with my grandmother, who had brothers fighting in both the Pacific and European theaters, a husband in India, and was a Rosie riveter during the war. After I had introduced her to my family, the one person who I trusted the most, says to me, ‘why do you want to be with a dirty jap’. Well my jaw hit the floor. I handled it completely differently, than I thought I might. I told Gram that “I love her and I’m going to ask her to marry me”. And “If she wanted to continue to be a part of that she would have to change the way she thought or not be a part of it”. She dropped the subject and never said another word about it. Gram accepted my wife into the family, came to adore her, and always asks for her when ever we talk. Gram is now in her 90’s, living in a nursing home 1200 miles from us, but that one confrontation changed the way she thought.
Funny how this is a total non-issue in Hawaii where almost one third of marriages are of mixed race.
I’m caucasian and my ex-girlfriend was a “hapa-haole”, i.e. half-caucasian and half-asian.
My family too is a bunch of “passive bigots,” meaning that they would never do anything to harm anyone but have little understanding or tolerance of anyone different from them, i.e. not a white of European ancestry, Christian, heterosexual.
Also have an uncle, that I like very much, who is very politically incorrect and lets the “N word” slip occassionally…but I’ve told him that I won’t tolerate that and don’t find it funny.