<p>sybbie,</p>
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When you are picked up for driving while black, or followed in a shopping mall simply because of the color of your skin, or someone marginales your work simply based on the color of your black skin, you let me know.
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<p>I haven’t been picked up for “driving while Asian.” I’ll give you that. I’ve only twice been a passenger in a car driven by an Asian that was stopped by a police officer. Sometime during ninth grade, my mom was driving me to school when she was stopped by an officer. His explanation for stopping my mom was a load of BS. He made some claim about how my mom was “too close” to another car. (My mom was at least fifty feet away from the car in question, which was the only car we saw before he stopped us.) After that, he started mumbling in a really loud voice while my mom was saying, “I’m sorry, officer, I’m sorry!” (Perhaps I should be glad that he didn’t even give us a warning citation, hmm?) The second time happened on the last day of tenth grade, when I was shotgun in a car driven by an Asian friend. There were three “lines” of cars being directed by a police officer. One of the lines was a lot shorter, so my friend drove to that line. The officer stopped, went over to his window, and said, “Since you’re such a smartass, you can wait until those two cars (which came after us) go.” After those two cars went, an SUV with four black students and very loud music pulled up in the outermost line. Before they pulled up, they were driving much faster than 15 mph. The officer looked at them, seemed to turn yellow, and went back to directing traffic. All my friend did was find a shorter line, and he was verbally harassed for that. Four black students pulled up while driving much faster than 15 mph and the officer said nothing. So, while I’ll never get picked up for driving while black, I could get picked up for driving while Asian.</p>
<p>I’ve never been followed in a shopping mall for being yellow-skinned. My skin color has led me to sub-standard treatment, though. On the day before prom in eleventh grade, I wanted to see how my classmates had designed the space. They were on lunch break, so the room was locked. Two non-high-school students were still working there. I told them I was a member of the junior class and wanted to see what it looked like. The first student said, “Umm…I don’t think I can let you see it. No, I really can’t. Sorry.” The second student said, “They’re on break right now, but when they get back, I’m sure they’ll let you see it.” After the second student said that, the first student looked at her with an expression of “Why are you letting this guy in?” I said thanks to the second student and left. The first student gave me sub-par treatment. The second student gave me equal treatment.</p>
<p>When I was in seventh grade, I worked with the only anti-Asian racist person I’ve ever met in person. (In sixth grade, he actually walked up to me and told me he was against Chinese with a straight face. By contrast, a lot of bigots spout anti-Asian epithets, but they only do it when they are with like-minded friends. This racist actually came up to me alone.) Another co-worker asked if we had any music we wanted to bring. I said I had some, but they all had parental advisory labels on them. The racist remarked to the co-worker, “He probably thinks ‘stupid’ is a cuss word.” So, yeah, I’ve been marginalized because of my race.</p>
<p>Are my struggles as worse as yours were? Nope. Have I struggled? Yup.</p>