When people see my skin, they try to guess: “Vietnamese? Indonesian? Your last name, Lorenzo, that’s Hispanic isn’t it?” These were normal, though. Just people being people and trying to understand me. So I never really felt racism.
But trying to understand me became trying to assume me. When people know my ethnicity and see my personality, they try to assume: “Are you good at math? Did you play the piano? Can you dance well?” These were normal, though. It’s not like these stereotypes seemed derogatory. Just people being people trying to compliment me. So I never really felt racism.
But trying to compliment me became trying to reduce me. When people know my ethnicity and personality, and see my actions, they try to reduce: “It’s because you’re Asian. Of course the Asian would be like that. All Asians are that way.” These were normal, though. Just people being people and trying to stereotype me. So I never really felt racism …show more content…
When people know my ethnicity, personality, and actions, and see my passions, they try to oppress: “Asians can’t speak English well, they should stick to math. All Asians are gamers, none of them play sports. Asians are smart, they don’t need the help in school” These were normal, though. Just people being people trying to oppress me. So I never really felt racism...Or, at least, I didn’t accept it. I am a Filipino-American, nobody really knows what that is. But hopefully, sooner than later, everyone