LovEyDuBB
Jul 31st, 2004, 06:48 AM
I live in the South so as you can imagine there are a lot of RedNecks, Hispanics, and African so you can tell there is a lot of diversity.
As a child growing up, I was one of the rare Asian people in my city (out of about 1 million people, i can say there are about 500 Asians). Everywhere I went I got stares from people and even today I get stares from people. My natural reaction was to wave. Although my biggest letdown was when I was about 6 and walking around the local Wal-Mart. This baby white boy and baby black boy were playing together and so I came up to them and said "HI!" They both immediately cried. This could have been because their mothers were away (5 feet doesn't count in my book though) or they didn't like strangers. I took this personally as me being a Vietnamese boy.
In school, I have only met minimal numbers of African and Asian people growing up in a predominantly white neighborhood and school. I have only met about 20 Africans from Pre-K through 8th grade. I have made friends with about 3 of them. I can even remember their names. Jasmine, Errol, and Tiffany. The only "real" Asian person that I made friends with was in 7th grade. She was and still is my friend. Her name is Jill Chang. All of these people were what you would call Oreos, Bananas, and Twinkies.
All in all, these people were what you would call "white" or "white-washed."
I have never had a good relationship with Asian people outside of my family (Of course, that's not including Jill). The Vietnamese adults of any kind would talk to me like I'm an idiot, yet they have no education at all. In my mind, there are no superiority in race, age, sex, or religion. There is only superiority in intelligence.
The Vietnamese kids at Church were very mean to me. They would pick on me because I was not good at making friends with them. This also applies to the Asians at school. Both of these groups think that they are so cool. They are not. They both cling to the image of The Fast & The Furious hoping that it will be image boosters in their lives. This is an utter disgrace to themselves and the racing scene. Hondas of all kinds suck (Except for the Honda/Acura NSX). Asian people dont ride around on ninja bikes and fire off uzi rounds after a big race. The Asians at school even have their own name for their clique. The Fob Squad. That is the most degrading thing I have ever heard and was thoroughly offended. These kids do not know the first meaning of being Asian. They have a big identity crisis and call me a "whitey" when all they have done is borrow style and cultural ideas from the Hip-Hop community. They dont even know the first thing to rap. Old School to them is Run DMC. New School is Eminem and Jin (he's ok, but you get the point right?). They dont know the middle men of rap and yet I dont listen to rap and I know more than them.
One of the Biggest Reasons why the Asians call me "whitey" is because I love Rock music. Since when does that have to do with how "Asian" you are? How "Asian" you are depends on your pride. The first meaning of pride is a sense of one's own proper dignity or value; self-respect, yet many people, not just Asians take it's other meaning that means arrogant, disdainful conduct or treatment. This will later turn into a mild form of racism.
Pride is what comes from the inside and should stay inside. Dont flaunt it. Once you flaunt it, it turns into a small form of racism.
Some say that racism will end one day when everybody is finally racially mixed. When there will be no race but one named Mankind. That's bullshit. I read from a credible news source (I cannot remember which it was, but it was probably USA Today) that a comet will hit the Earth and destroy it in about 3000 years, yet speculators say that it will take about 4000 years to have one person completely racially diverse (This is of course if nobody conducts evil experiments to force a child of this kind).
These Asians do even know a single word in their native tongue. Their parents neglect them. HAPAs (the Hawaiian word meaning half which is what most mixed people are) have the burden of having an idiot father. Their fathers say that having two languages in their minds will make them less intelligent, yet none of the HAPAs I met have a GPA over a 2.5. I once met this HAPA who was half Vietnamese and Half English who said,
"You Sao. See? I can speak Vietnamese." I wanted to smack the shit out of him because translated, that would mean "You Lying" which is wrong and irratates me because I am big on grammer.
*Story Time*
I once met this HAPA online who was a friend of a friend. I called her a "mutt." Yes, it was a bad move, but it was very funny. Well, now she's pissed and guess what? She's still pissed. She's 1/2 European (Unknown from that paternal figure), 1/4 Vietnamese, and 1/4 French. The funny thing is that she is bad in math and thinks that she is half Vietnamese. I have seen her in person and let me tell you, she is hot. Very Hot. Trust me on this one guys. She dresses like an uber slut (Picture a HAPA wearing a bandanna as a top). I'm a guy and I go for that kind of thing, but then again a slut is not what you want to bring home to your Asian mom. Although when you hear the voice, it makes you want to choke, stab, shoot, or any of the before mentioned the shit out of her. Her voice is that bad. Trust me. (I'm a newbie on the forums at the moment but first impressions give trust and I hope this is it.)
*End of Story Time*
When I was younger, I went to one of those Catholic churches that had mass in Vietnamese, much like how they have mass in Spanish. I hated it because as a child, I didn't understand religion (as if anybody has an understanding of religion at a very young age). This lack of understanding plus the use of big words in Vietnamese did not help my liking of Vietnamese people. The Mass in English was better because I could get a gist of what is going on.
My family would never settle for being poor. They all worked hard from day one when they stepped off the helicopter onto American soil at the end of the Vietnam War. Most got college educations and of course befriended white friends (not many people of African descent went to college back then, but they will get to it soon, obviously. Although lets not forget those Africans who were in college). They believed that having an "American" attitude at work would help further them into a better career and ending up in a good life with their family financially.
Having this "American" attitude didn't mean that they would give up their Asian culture and ways. They made a promise to themselves to keep their heritage and pass it on to their children. They always tell me and my cousins to stay together no matter what happens. Family takes care of each other.
"There are good things and there are bad things in both the Vietnamese and in the American culture. Pick out the good things in both and you will be successful" my mother would always say.
I am the first son of the 3rd son. This is important because my dad's oldest brother is a millionare, pervert old guy who is single. My dad's second oldest brother is a Catholic priest (Please don't knock on my family, they're all cool even though they get under my skin). I am also the first child born in the family. My entire family looks at me and compares me to their children and always try to say that their child is better. My parents chose to enroll me in a public school instead of private like my cousins. They think that they're better than I am and always say so without saying so (Do you know what I mean?).
So now I am a jeered, confused, and "white." Yet I am proud that I am Vietnamese and keep that to myself and to my family.
This is My Story, My Life. Take it or Leave it because I'm Staying.
Peter Viet Quoc Tran a.k.a. LovEyDuBB
As a child growing up, I was one of the rare Asian people in my city (out of about 1 million people, i can say there are about 500 Asians). Everywhere I went I got stares from people and even today I get stares from people. My natural reaction was to wave. Although my biggest letdown was when I was about 6 and walking around the local Wal-Mart. This baby white boy and baby black boy were playing together and so I came up to them and said "HI!" They both immediately cried. This could have been because their mothers were away (5 feet doesn't count in my book though) or they didn't like strangers. I took this personally as me being a Vietnamese boy.
In school, I have only met minimal numbers of African and Asian people growing up in a predominantly white neighborhood and school. I have only met about 20 Africans from Pre-K through 8th grade. I have made friends with about 3 of them. I can even remember their names. Jasmine, Errol, and Tiffany. The only "real" Asian person that I made friends with was in 7th grade. She was and still is my friend. Her name is Jill Chang. All of these people were what you would call Oreos, Bananas, and Twinkies.
All in all, these people were what you would call "white" or "white-washed."
I have never had a good relationship with Asian people outside of my family (Of course, that's not including Jill). The Vietnamese adults of any kind would talk to me like I'm an idiot, yet they have no education at all. In my mind, there are no superiority in race, age, sex, or religion. There is only superiority in intelligence.
The Vietnamese kids at Church were very mean to me. They would pick on me because I was not good at making friends with them. This also applies to the Asians at school. Both of these groups think that they are so cool. They are not. They both cling to the image of The Fast & The Furious hoping that it will be image boosters in their lives. This is an utter disgrace to themselves and the racing scene. Hondas of all kinds suck (Except for the Honda/Acura NSX). Asian people dont ride around on ninja bikes and fire off uzi rounds after a big race. The Asians at school even have their own name for their clique. The Fob Squad. That is the most degrading thing I have ever heard and was thoroughly offended. These kids do not know the first meaning of being Asian. They have a big identity crisis and call me a "whitey" when all they have done is borrow style and cultural ideas from the Hip-Hop community. They dont even know the first thing to rap. Old School to them is Run DMC. New School is Eminem and Jin (he's ok, but you get the point right?). They dont know the middle men of rap and yet I dont listen to rap and I know more than them.
One of the Biggest Reasons why the Asians call me "whitey" is because I love Rock music. Since when does that have to do with how "Asian" you are? How "Asian" you are depends on your pride. The first meaning of pride is a sense of one's own proper dignity or value; self-respect, yet many people, not just Asians take it's other meaning that means arrogant, disdainful conduct or treatment. This will later turn into a mild form of racism.
Pride is what comes from the inside and should stay inside. Dont flaunt it. Once you flaunt it, it turns into a small form of racism.
Some say that racism will end one day when everybody is finally racially mixed. When there will be no race but one named Mankind. That's bullshit. I read from a credible news source (I cannot remember which it was, but it was probably USA Today) that a comet will hit the Earth and destroy it in about 3000 years, yet speculators say that it will take about 4000 years to have one person completely racially diverse (This is of course if nobody conducts evil experiments to force a child of this kind).
These Asians do even know a single word in their native tongue. Their parents neglect them. HAPAs (the Hawaiian word meaning half which is what most mixed people are) have the burden of having an idiot father. Their fathers say that having two languages in their minds will make them less intelligent, yet none of the HAPAs I met have a GPA over a 2.5. I once met this HAPA who was half Vietnamese and Half English who said,
"You Sao. See? I can speak Vietnamese." I wanted to smack the shit out of him because translated, that would mean "You Lying" which is wrong and irratates me because I am big on grammer.
*Story Time*
I once met this HAPA online who was a friend of a friend. I called her a "mutt." Yes, it was a bad move, but it was very funny. Well, now she's pissed and guess what? She's still pissed. She's 1/2 European (Unknown from that paternal figure), 1/4 Vietnamese, and 1/4 French. The funny thing is that she is bad in math and thinks that she is half Vietnamese. I have seen her in person and let me tell you, she is hot. Very Hot. Trust me on this one guys. She dresses like an uber slut (Picture a HAPA wearing a bandanna as a top). I'm a guy and I go for that kind of thing, but then again a slut is not what you want to bring home to your Asian mom. Although when you hear the voice, it makes you want to choke, stab, shoot, or any of the before mentioned the shit out of her. Her voice is that bad. Trust me. (I'm a newbie on the forums at the moment but first impressions give trust and I hope this is it.)
*End of Story Time*
When I was younger, I went to one of those Catholic churches that had mass in Vietnamese, much like how they have mass in Spanish. I hated it because as a child, I didn't understand religion (as if anybody has an understanding of religion at a very young age). This lack of understanding plus the use of big words in Vietnamese did not help my liking of Vietnamese people. The Mass in English was better because I could get a gist of what is going on.
My family would never settle for being poor. They all worked hard from day one when they stepped off the helicopter onto American soil at the end of the Vietnam War. Most got college educations and of course befriended white friends (not many people of African descent went to college back then, but they will get to it soon, obviously. Although lets not forget those Africans who were in college). They believed that having an "American" attitude at work would help further them into a better career and ending up in a good life with their family financially.
Having this "American" attitude didn't mean that they would give up their Asian culture and ways. They made a promise to themselves to keep their heritage and pass it on to their children. They always tell me and my cousins to stay together no matter what happens. Family takes care of each other.
"There are good things and there are bad things in both the Vietnamese and in the American culture. Pick out the good things in both and you will be successful" my mother would always say.
I am the first son of the 3rd son. This is important because my dad's oldest brother is a millionare, pervert old guy who is single. My dad's second oldest brother is a Catholic priest (Please don't knock on my family, they're all cool even though they get under my skin). I am also the first child born in the family. My entire family looks at me and compares me to their children and always try to say that their child is better. My parents chose to enroll me in a public school instead of private like my cousins. They think that they're better than I am and always say so without saying so (Do you know what I mean?).
So now I am a jeered, confused, and "white." Yet I am proud that I am Vietnamese and keep that to myself and to my family.
This is My Story, My Life. Take it or Leave it because I'm Staying.
Peter Viet Quoc Tran a.k.a. LovEyDuBB