[A]lthough we still see ourselves as the land of opportunity, we actually have less intergenerational economic mobility than other advanced nations.
a good read that explains well the intersection of race and class systems in America.
A group of his superiors allegedly tormented Chen on an almost daily basis over the course of about six weeks in Afghanistan last fall. They singled him out, their only Chinese-American soldier, and spit racial slurs at him: “gook,” “chink,” “dragon lady.” They forced him to do sprints while carrying a sandbag. They ordered him to crawl along gravel-covered ground while they flung rocks at him. And one day, when his unit was assembling a tent, he was forced to wear a green hard-hat and shout out instructions to his fellow soldiers in Chinese.
A story like this one breaks my heart. I understand the importance for our military to be tough, but are the racial slurs necessary? I’ll always think back to the panel discussion, Asian-Americans in Politics, during AAB’s Asian American Awareness Week when Jeff Shang said the issue is not that Asian Americans seek to be “more white,” but often feel a distance with the second descriptor of their identity, what it means to be “American.” This article makes it appear as if Danny wanted to be a part of the military because of a combination of wanting to get away from the difficulties of Chinatown, preparation for his future and a naive fascination with the real-life application of a video game, and perhaps these all factored into his decision, but I think a large part of what enticed Danny about the military is also that it provided a means to identify with being American, to understand the value of what it means to be army strong and to somehow prove that he belongs.
“Who taught you to hate the color of your skin?
Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair?
Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose and the shape of your lips?
Who taught you to hate yourself from the top of your head to the soles of your feet?
Who taught you to hate your own kind?
Who taught you to hate the race that you belong to so much so that you don’t want to be around each other?”- Malcolm X, 1962
(via ontheothersideofmybrain)
today, i heard a 60-sumtin’ old man tell his dear wife, “don’t be a ninny!” i’ve never heard someone call another a “ninny” before. he said it with such love and disdain. being a relationship is so much fun - having someone with whom we can be silly and sweet.