Read the Letter Congress Members Sent to D.C. NFL Team Owner Dan Snyder
As ICTMN reported yesterday, 10 members of Congress sent a letter to Dan Snyder, owner of the Washington, D.C., NFL team, imploring him to change his franchise’s name. The letter-sending follows the introduction of the Non-Disparagement of Native American Persons or Peoples in Trademark Registration Act of 2013 (H.R. 1278), which would cancel the federal registrations of trademarks using the word redskin reference to Native Americans.
I’m so happy about this. I feel like it’s worth nothing that most of the congressional co-signers are of color: four Black women co-signed, one Latino man, one Asian man, one Samoan man, one white-passing man enrolled in the Chickasaw Nation, and two white women.
My sister has curly hair and I have straight hair ^ ^
My mommy: Vietnamese~Black
My daddy: Vietnamese~Spanish/Italian/Native American
Guyanese, Haitian, Chinese, French, and Portuguese
Family portrait! Mama on the left - she’s Hawaiian, Chinese, Puerto Rican, Filipino. The young man is my cousin - our mothers are sisters - and the other two are me and my ten year old sister. All three of us are Hawaiian, Chinese, Puerto Rican, Filipino and half white (he’s Irish, we’re German/Jewish).
I wanted to submit this picture because I like the variety of features all us kids have - we’re all basically the same races but we look so different!
Cut My Hair from my first post!
Bringin’ this back.
Not only because Halloween is coming up, but because the lovely golden-zephyr was gracious to make one about Romani “costumes”!
Remember, as this-is-not-native reminds us, there are endless cute, sexy, funny, even offensive costumes that don’t perpetuate racist stereotypes. There is really no excuse.
My mom is Chinese and my dad is Persian!
Father: Italian, German, English
Unfortunately, I’ve been told many times that I’m “not REALLY [insert race here]” because I’m not fully [insert race here] and I’m sick of it. I’m really and truly Filipina, Italian, German, AND English no matter the opinions of others.
father: Arab who is half Saudi half Omani
mother: Thai with some distant Chinese roots
today I’m feeling particularly down (actually this whole week) and I think talking about one of my worst memories, which cycles over and over again in my head always in moments like these, might make me feel better.
so I’m Han Chinese, and I speak Mandarin. I immigrated to the states when I was young.
of course I was always made fun of for not pronouncing words correctly; it’s still irksome to me (might be triggering even, since sometimes this destroys my mood/turns me off completely) when people correct my English to this day. I can’t help it.
so in 3rd grade I had a white teacher I really loved. thinking back on all my teachers I had she was one of the best. reflecting back on this thus makes me especially upset.
we had to call our parents to ask for permission for something, might have been for a field trip. that detail is fuzzy. but what isn’t fuzzy but rather crystal clear and sharp is that when I was calling my mom and speaking in Mandarin, the whole class had turned quiet to stare at me.
then everyone (a class w/majority white kids), and I mean everyone, including my teacher, burst out into laughter.
and out of nervousness and humilitation I peed my pants. ran to the bathroom and stayed there pretty much all day.
and this was back when I was living in poverty and I didn’t want to tell my mom that I had wet my pants because I felt like such a big baby but that meant I couldn’t wash my pants because laundry day wasn’t coming up and I didn’t have many pants to wear so I had to rewear those pants.
next day I come back and kids said “sorry for making you upset, it’s just you sounded funny.”
my natural home tongue language sounds funny but my english also sounds funny. and the implications of what this means will stay with me.
no matter what, this is what I always remember when people, especially white people because most POC I know are trying to regain their own languages or studying a romance language (and quite frankly POC don’t act like this towards me), are so excited and demand me to perform my language for them or when they want me to practice speaking Mandarin with them or when they detail all their hard work in learning Mandarin for business or whatever.
this is so common: my culture is both despised or demonized yet exoticized for consumption while the people who are part of it are treated like circus freaks.
so white folks:
we POC spend a lot of time either consciously or unconsciously rejecting our languages to be more like you, because of this racist systemic bullying, while you’re here making a lot more money than a lot of us and spending it to decorate your resume with “new” languages and going to “foreign” countries as a backdrop to *your* learning experience. i know white people who go to china yearly and/or speak better Mandarin than me when I can’t even afford to go back to visit my own family more than once every 7-8 or so years and it really kills me a little bit when I hear these things.
not to mention how “cool” it is that white people can speak Mandarin but it’s *expected* of me otherwise I’m not really “chinese enough”/”lol you are a banana yellow outside white inside.” Yet I’m “too chinese” when I do practice parts of my culture and my language. whatever the situation demands, whiteness twists.
and recently, i’ve tried to consider this deeply when I’m learning Spanish because I live in Arizona and I can’t imagine what it’s like to be a visibly Latin@ teacher here, teaching a bunch of privileged kids your own language when they are barely making an effort/using it without any consideration of its worth and when you yourself are penalized and suffering from white supremacy for existing as Latin@ and speaking Spanish. I just can’t and I’m just so deeply angry/sorry.
so just…when you’re learning a “new” language white folks (remember, new to who?), you need to understand that this is what POC who already speak these languages face and how intimately language and culture and race tie together.
I have so many complicated feelings about my racial and cultural identities because of stories just like this one. A few examples I can remember off the top of my head:
- Random strangers have asked to touch my hair before. Other strangers have done so without even asking or waiting for a reply.
- My mom has been stopped in public multiple times by white people who wanted her to write out their name in Chinese, or speak a few words for them to gawk at.
- When I was younger I dealt with bullying at school because the food I brought from home was different.
- I have an endless number of stories about weeaboos/Japanophiles saying ridiculous shit or fetishizing me.
Things like this have made me ashamed of my culture at the same time that I am supposed to be proud of it. It’s really messed up how whiteness and white supremacy are the designated gatekeepers of all of this. It’s like everyone wants to be me at the same time that they don’t want to be me.
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