Written on August 25th on Facebook, the day before protests in San Francisco, CA.
Posted on August 27th, the day of protests in Berkeley, CA.
I am so fucking furious right now. People of color had been crying out for months.
During the primaries.
After the RNC.
Leading up to the election.
The United States, a nation built on white supremacy, decided that it would rather be white than the silly and stupid metaphors of a melting pot and a salad bowl I learned about in my civics classes.
My parents who came to this country were so damn proud when they became citizens of the United States, which is such a paradox. A nation that would gladly take their intellect and skills, yet did not appreciate them for the entirety of who God created them to be as beautiful brown skinned people.
I talked with my mom today to tell her to pray for me this weekend. She’s not thrilled about my decision to be a part of the counter protests, but as clergy and someone who represents the church, the church has been far too silent and complicit in white supremacy. My own Asian identity has put me in too close of a proximity to white supremacy; the presence of so many at the counter protests is to proclaim #FuckThisShit to white supremacy.
My mom told me that I was doing the right thing. She then told me a story about how my dad received death threats at his job in Chardon, Ohio. My dad was a third shift manager at an engineering plant to help pay for graduate school. As a shift manager, he would sometimes have to wake people up if they fell asleep on the job.
Because an immigrant, a brown skinned man was waking up white people to do their damned jobs, my dad received death threats.
My friend, who is aware of the privileges she carries as a white woman, agreed to come with me to SF tomorrow. Tonight, she is talking about white supremacy with her child. She is explaining to her child why she is possibly putting herself in harms way.
Wake up. Those of you who voted for this. Those of you who sat idly by. Those who are blinded by power and privilege. WAKE UP. You have made overt hatred that had been lying dormant beneath the surface of white skin permissible to be expressed out in the open.
May God have mercy on us all.