I'm very aware that nobody reads this blog and yet, although I sent the same rant to two friends, for some reason, having this rant in a semi-publicly accessible place makes me feel temporarily calmer.
With this headline and the recent Danny Chen case, my feelings that I usually keep boxed up are bubbling toward the surface.
I hate that racist things like this one still happen commonly. And I hate that people brush these kinds of racial slurs off like they don't matter. I hate that when they are brought to headlines, individuals will still say that people are being overly sensitive or politically correct. I hate how people assume that just because I'm Asian American, that I don't experience racism on a daily basis in different forms that are masked as simple naïveté or jokes. I hate that I can never be REALLY considered American because I'm not White (despite being the "whitest" person in my family). I hate that my mother, despite being one of the kindest and most intelligent people I know, still gets treated like she's stupid because of her accent.
I hate how this kind of thing is norm in medical culture and that I've become used to it and may unintentionally engage in this "culture" myself. I hate that when I am offended because of a racial slur or comment directed toward Asians or another culture, that I cannot say anything because I am a medical student and will be a stick in the mud if I react at all. I hate that these kinds of incidences only give my sister more justified reasons to feel bitterness. I hate that it's becoming harder for me to choose love, patience, and grace in this kind of world.
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