My last messages
Jes and I got into a conflict regarding mixed race kids. Here are my last messages to him:
Hey I’ve been doing some real deep thinking about what you said. From my own experience of having two biracial kids, people around me have been questioning nonstop whether some abnormality is attributed to the fact that they have white genes.
For example when I was pregnant with my first one, I puked so much. I puked every day until the day he was born and was sent to ER 3 times to get IV drips because I was too weak. However I was actually a physically healthy woman and no woman in my family had such bad morning sickness like I did. The doctors obviously couldn’t have any data on why this could be happening; they could only think that it was a tendency in my body. Many people thought that it was because genetically my kid was half white and the compatibility with Asian body is just not the same.
Both of my kids were born super large, larger than any other kid born in my family. People also think it’s because they’re half white. Because of their size I had to get a c-section twice. My younger one was so large that when he was born, he had a mild dysplasia (and still does, like very borderline abnormal).
As soon as they were born, people started to look at their eye color and hair color, their nose. All the places where you could look for white features. They were all curious what color they would be. A part of me felt lost because I don’t understand why their family couldn’t just accept them the way they are—two newborns in our family. Instead they had to focus on their physical features. This is what people do, inevitably. That’s why you said the data are subdued. Even if they were born completely Asian like me, people would still pay attention to whether their eyes are big, nose is pointy, mouth is small etc. but because kids are half white, those features became much easier to see and easier to distinguish. It almost feels like a part of the reason they’re loved is that they’re good looking (people here generally think that being close to white people’s standards of beauty is good looking).
And yes, like you said, that’s indeed unhealthy. When they were toddlers, I had to look out for people who secretly take pictures of them in public without my consent, because they’re like those babies in commercials. In Asia, even if a local clothing brand uses white or biracial babies for their commercials. I spent quite some energy to keep them in stealth mode. When people wanted to take pictures with them I turned them down and made sure the hood on their stroller was covering them. It was indeed unhealthy for them and for me to go through that, but most people would probably think it was no big deal and for those without self-esteem they’re probably jealous of this kind of attention. Like you said, this kind of data is indeed subdued and no scientist would be able to collect this kind of data from our life experience.
After they went to school fitting in is a problem. Most of the time I avoid thinking about their looks and skin color. They stood out in their schools because of behavioral problems and language problems. Both of them are more fluent in English than in Chinese but because of their behavioral problem the school we work at would not accept them. They had to go to local schools. They went to a private kindergarten where some expats would send their kids there. There their skin color is not unique. However when it comes to their behavioral problem other kids generally think that “oh it’s because they’re foreign. They don’t speak Chinese so they don’t understand what the teacher is saying.” The bizarre thing is, many Taiwanese kids have ADHD out there but their behaviors are just not as obvious as my kids’. Statistically every classroom should have at least one or two special needs kids, but they’re all somehow very obedient. Even in my son’s special ed class the other autistic kids or special needs kids are much more obedient than he is. I don’t know if his Irish genes played a role, but I wouldn’t let anyone collect this data anyway.
Over the years I’ve even heard very stupid things from people around us—are they autistic because they have a white dad? Are they so naughty because they’re white? They’re not autistic; they’re just white and bilingual. They love to hug people; is it because they’re white? They talk a lot to themselves; is it because they’re white? It’s like everything different about them is being attributed to the uniqueness in their looks. Yes, our system is set up so that everyone sees colors. It’s universal. Even in racially homogeneous places like Korea, Japan, Taiwan, Vietnam etc people still appreciate men and women with lighter skin tone. Everyone intuitively looks for certain physical features. Us getting that kind of attention constantly is indeed unhealthy, but it’s nothing I can control.
Am I racist? I think I have been. Remember when we met when I was 19, yes I dated almost exclusively white males. Having grown up in an abusive home with domestic violence and being indulged in American pop culture, it was my only survival strategy. I have been sexually harassed by boys since 4th grade at school and I’ve never told anyone about it and no one could protect me. Hollywood and pop culture in the US provided a refuge for my life. I totally bought into that and built this disillusion about white men. I had a puppy love with a Taiwanese guy at my school when I was 14. He and I rekindled multiple times later in our 20s in California but in the end he decided that we couldn’t have a future together because of my family circumstances and all the traumas I’ve been through require too much emotional resource. After that abusive relationship I had in 2014, I went back to dating exotic men again. I dated one Indian British guy before I met my husband who had a gorgeous accent lol but that didn’t work out. In the end I decided that being with a white American was still the most familiar thing I could handle because after all I have enough experience navigating in the US system and talk to Americans they way they want to be talked to.
Had I chosen to marry a Taiwanese man, would things be healthier? Well, first I never had a choice in that. I dated multiple Taiwanese and Asian men, and look what happened to me. Besides being abused, I ended up being a third wheel to someone’s relationship multiple times. From my own marriage I have thought about whether life would be easier if I had married a Chinese or Taiwanese man who speaks my native language and can fully communicate with our kids. Would there be much more mutual understanding in our values so that I don’t have to explain every tiny thing cross culturally every day? Even worse, sometimes I wonder if my kids’ autism would have gone undetected if I had married a Taiwanese because some people think that their bilingualism is delaying their language development in each language. However, nobody has firm data on this. These doubts and struggles I have could be unhealthy for me, but given my life experiences I don’t think I was ever given a choice in anything. I’ve always gone with the flow after since I’ve learned my lesson hard in my twenties. I stopped fighting, stopped controlling. I say yes to whatever is presented in life to me. Therefore I dismiss all of these doubts. I only let one thing take over my life, that is my love for my children. No matter how unhealthy the environment is, I will be there to dodge every arrow at them. I want to protect them in every way possible like setting up a trust fund and hiring body guards for them so I’ll never have to worry about them not being independent and getting bullied from their disability when I’m gone, just like how you protect yours with bloodline and genetic proximity. I sometimes find it a blessing that they’re not very good at recognizing people’s faces and remembering people’s names and I have never taught them to differentiate people based on their skin color or appearance. I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this before they ask questions but I think I’ll leave the problem for my future self.
I have been very happy to be reconnected to you ten years later and have this honest reflection of myself. It reminds me of the unbearable lightness of my being and I can only stay anchored with loving and protecting my children.
You know the most nauseating thing was that in 2014, I actually tried to call your number at least 4 or 5 times, especially when I was really scared. Each time it went to your voicemail and the voicemail was a man’s voice that I couldn’t recognize. The only time it went through was the one on the last day of 2014, when you told me you just got married. When you told me you actually tried to find me contact info like my Facebook and email but you couldn’t find anything, I really almost puked. It really felt like the whole universe was against me.
***He’s read them. This is where I leave you.