Something that you said that you called a joke

It’s inevitable, our reaction towards something or someone different. You don’t even know that it is happening, you don’t even question the hatred that rises within you, that travels through your veins to your heart. That hatred that drives you to taunt, to physically abuse, to discriminate those that are different. That hatred that refuses to let you admit its presence, that leaves you repeatedly denying your actions and their destructive effects. It drives you to inflict wounds both psychological and physical and then leaves you in oblivion.

This hatred of which you react with, you wield it without knowledge of the consequences, without knowledge beyond the oblivion. It is what drives you to discriminate so many of the Asian people that you associate yourself with, or that you shun.

Is it because of our yellow skin, our small eyes, our flat facial features? All those typical Asian stereotypes that you are told about? Think again.

You’re classifying us as a group of things that are made over and over again, like how machines make the same clothing an infinite amount of times. You don’t even think about us as anything but what your are told, and what you see. Not all of us have yellow skin, small eyes, flat faces etc. I once read that Marco Polo once described us as white, until people read what he said, and they saw us. Then they called us yellow.

It was because we didn’t look like them that they called shunned us, hated us.

When I was in primary school people shunned me for being Asian, it worsened in fifth to sixth grade. In class it was my classmates, my friends. They asked me why I had such a flat face. They theorised that I probably fell hard on my fave on my way down from heaven. I told them that they hurt me, they said it was just a joke.

In OOSH it was those younger children, who taunted me about my language, my face, my skin. I didn’t respond to what they said, so they stood up and pelted soccer balls and handballs at me. They thought it was funny, they didn’t care, the teacher didn’t care.

And the worse time. That was when my friend saw me being taunted, and she just walked backwards and watched.

As I said in my first post, the thing about discrimination is not recognising it. It’s not turning your back.

So this all not be classified in your mind as extreme bullying, but it hurt. Even though they said it was a joke. even though it was the younger people who didn’t understand. It hurt.

I hated being Asian. I hated it because of something that you said that you called a joke.