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When my dad sees a black person, he always says, black dude. He says it with a bitter taste in his mouth. He utters it to me as if to make sure that I take note that the person is black and therefore also a dude. There is no purpose in his saying this, yet he says it without concern for what it reveals about his racial attitudes. Or rather he does not care what others think of his stereotypes. He may be the only person I know who speaks his mind so recklessly, but stereotypes are pervasive throughout society. All of us attach images and experiences to people we have never met. When I was a child, I absorbed negative views on every race and culture. Hispanics are lazy. Jews are untrustworthy. Blacks are inferior. Indians are dirty. Asians are cheap. When I discovered that I was Asian, I did not know what to think about that.
Until elementary school, I did not notice the color of my skin. I, like everyone else I knew, was colorblind. The notion of race did not exist. My friends had brown, blonde, and black hair, and mine was black, too. Straight, poofy, and always gelled to a gleam, my hair should have tipped me off that I was not like everyone else. I assumed that everyone in my family just happened to be born with abnormal hair. There was no reason to think that my friends at school were different from the miniature community of my home.
Before school, my mind was innocent of discrimination. I cannot recall one moment where I looked at a person of color and thought of a racist stereotype. I was in a protected state of naive bliss, unaware that the fragile shelter of my colorblindness was soon to collapse. Discrimination forced itself into my life.
I remember the first time I felt discrimination. It caused my chest to ache. I was seven, and one of my friends put his index fingers on the corners of his eyes and tugged outwards. He said, "hey Dexter, look. I'm you." I laughed at first. Then the little gears in my head clicked into place, and I stopped. I turned to the mirror behind me and gasped in disbelief. Almond-shaped eyes stared back. It was true.
I looked around me, and almost all the kids were white.
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My race is ingrained in my identity. I cannot part from it either physically or mentally. It forms the lens of my experience and influences how others view me. As a child, I traded the race I was born with to pretend to be someone else. My life's stage was full of homogeneous characters, and I was wearing a disguise to fit in. Seven years of closing my eyes to the image reflected in mirrors. Seven years of unconscious acting and then the false comfort of homogeneity disappeared. The curtain of my identity rose to reveal to me my true race. I rejected my membership to this race and reached for my worn-in costume, but could no longer grasp the illusion.
It has been difficult to understand this realization and feel unashamed of being different. Struggling to define the two halves of my identity, one as American and the other as Asian, and to balance their coexistence has woven open-mindedness and empathy into my personality. I am a man apart from the convention of race. My appearance is only as shallow as my skin but my identity lies deep within my heart.
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