asian childhood

When I was a little kid, I went to an all Hispanic school where I was bullied and made fun of because I “looked too Asian”. When I tried to interact with other Asian children I was picked on for “not looking Asian enough”. I’m mixed French, but there was a time period in my life where I badly wanted the pin straight hair, the cute button nose, and the monolid almond eyes common to East Asians. As a kid,I just wanted to fit in somewhere. Time passed and now as an adult, I realize that looking a little different isn’t that bad, and that beauty comes in many different shapes and sizes.

And that small children are usually just assholes regardless of what you look like or do. Mainly that.

Dear white parents of mixed race children

If you’re  white person with kids of color and follow WAAMU for insight of what to do as a parent, here is my advice as a mixed race Asian woman raised by white parents:

Please make an effort to help your children navigate the racism they will experience out in the world. I never experienced racism while cocooned by the safety of  white family. I definitely experienced it when I was out and about on my own. I had no idea how to deal with it, address it, or navigate it.

The only reason I know how to now is because other people of color noticed I didn’t have those survival skills and taught them to me. Other kids taught me. Adults taught me. People  from different backgrounds, but with similar experiences took the time to show me how to navigate these things.

I wish my parents did that. They probably didn’t realize they needed to. Many people who Do Not experience racism don’t realize they need to teach their poc kids how to deal with this. My parents eventually realized  they needed to help me, but weren’t sure where to start.

Here are some suggestions of where to start:

  • The first thing you can do is LISTEN. Do not Interrupt and Do Not minimize their feelings.
  • Teach your children to recognize various forms of racism. There are  things that are large and obvious. Also teach them to recognize  microaggressions, backhanded compliments, and racial stereotypes.
  • Acknowledge that telling your children to go through a Chain of Command in order to make various issues go away may not work. Make sure to have a back up plan if you use this as a suggestion.
  • You will have to advocate for your children. Many times we are not listened to until family backs us up.
  • Let your kids know that things will be different for them than their white peers. Show them how to recognize how they will be treated differently.
  • Keep in mind all people of color do not experience racism in the same way.

The biggest and best way to achieve the above is to educate yourself.

I’m sure other folks will have wonderful additions to this since my experience is from an adoptee view and not as a person raised by a white parent AND a parent of color.

southeast asian mythology series 

(1/5) Pontianak

The pontianak is a vampiric ghost in Malay and Indonesian mythology; they are said to be the spirits of women who died either during pregnancy or childbirth. 

Pontianak are usually depicted as pale women with long hair, dressed in white. In folklore, the pontianak usually announces their presence through baby cries - If the cry is soft, it means they are near. Their presence can sometimes also be detected by a floral fragrance identifiable as that of the plumeria, 

The pontianak kill their victims by digging into their stomachs with sharp fingernails and devouring their organs. In some cases where the pontianak desires revenge against a male individual, it rips out the sex organs with its hands.

To fend off a pontianak, a nail must be plunged into the hole on the nape of her neck. This is said to make her a beautiful woman and a good wife until the nail is removed. (x)

honestly rukia was probably the most formative asian heroine of my childhood. nobody else could burn with kindness as fiercely as she could. who could snarl with such disdain, who could hunger so much to be a warrior, stalking across the battlefield with a sword glistening in her fist like a raw diamond.

i mean. here you have a dead girl, talking about justice. demanding for all spirits to be protected, demonstrating to our Male Shounen Protagonist what it means to be selfless, and a hero. she was thoughtful, earnest, and spoke her mind, and she never apologized for it.