How interesting is this that as I laid my head on my pillow, praying that the Lord would help me study for my genetic test this up coming week, and as thoughts are running through my head, this one particular thought certainly got me triggered enough to open the lamp, undergoing rapid light distinction that I had to squinted my eyes. I grabbed my phone “You-tubing,” “What is white people?” Which is such as weird question to ask, but I wanted to find the answer. Perhaps I could find something about how they were raised, what they were taught, what sort of values they were being reinforce and/or punish, etc. Perhaps learning more about White people will help me to understand them better.
The thought of me at the Truck or Treat event I volunteered this evening at the High Point Village was a place where I met a girl named, I honestly couldn’t remember her name. The meeting of her led me to think about the fact that I did not have any close white friends. In fact, I feel as if there is something disconnected or not in sync. This thought made me ponder or hypothesize that how I grow up and how Whites people grow up may be different. I pray that God would allow me to see something that I have been blind to. I am not sure what else to say.
I moved to the United States 8 years ago, in 2009. I did have some worries about fitting in or making friends because I couldn’t speak the language and I look different. Will I be able to make friends, are they going to like me, etc. Growing up in my home country, everyone is Thai, and I did not feel different. We are the majority. I felt pretty inclusive with no distinction. However, that obviously changed when I came to the United States. I can recalled perhaps 6 minutes ago, realizing that I was being labeled as Asian for the first time in America. It’s not that I didn’t know that I am Asian. It is just that I didn’t think being Asian is anything special, especially. It’s just I am Asian and so what or what about it? I also realized that people in America had this picture of how Asians were or are supposed to be and it is not that they are so wrong in doing so, but because I honestly sometimes wonder in similar maner about how other races may be like as well.
I grew up in a place that are willing to assimilate, a term I recently learned in my sociology class, which my professor described as “the willing to celebrate other culture.” Growing up in Thailand, I remember growing up learning that Thai people also like other cultures as well as their own and sometimes would also criticize their own sets of values. It is not that Thai people aren’t patriotic, it just that they also sees their own flaws, so Thai people will state the pros and cons of other cultures and compare those to themselves. I remember seeing differences as being pretty good, except maybe the Burmese because we had war with them. But Thailand loves other nations, all over. They still are today. I’m not bias here, but again that depends on your judgement. I grow up where I love and wanted to explore other nations and their people. This made me realized how racial issue in America is really a thing. I am not sure how to address it in a way that I feel would be wise.
One thing that I still am certain about how I ought to feel about race is that I don’t want to see color. I want to see people being people and not because they are black, hispanic, white, asians, or whatever, mixed race. It should not matter and does not matter. I don’t get it. We’re being taught to see color. Perhaps nature allows us to distinct our differences? Do nature do that? Do lions, tigers, wolves, rabbits, turtles, buffalos, or kangaroos hang out within their own kind? I guessed most of them do, actually. Anyway, I think that it is normal for us to hang out or be around those who we feel have the more in common to us, which explains a lot about race in particular. It make sense now. Still, I’m debating with myself here. Animal have many different definition, I used the first definition from Merriam-Webster that define animal as “any of a kingdom (Animalia) of living things including many-celled organisms and often many of the single-celled ones (such as protozoans) that typically differ from plants in having cells without cellulose walls, in lacking chlorophyll and the capacity for photosynthesis, in requiring more complex food materials (such as proteins), in being organized to a greater degree of complexity, and in having the capacity for spontaneous movement and rapid motor responses to stimulation.” Therefore, if we agree with Merriam-Webster then we are also animal, but we are the kind of animal that know truths and lies, since our ancestors ate the apple in the Garden of Eden. We have thoughts and ideas. Therefore, being racist is not right. Do you have the right to be racist? There is a law against discrimination in work place, etc, but there is not law against prejudicial, because prejudicial concerns human value, so I guess it’s okay to be racists as long as it doesn’t lead to having racist behavior? Well, why not just not be racist in the first place, so that way, we can protect others and ourselves from breaking the law? No that is not the point.
I would encourage all of you who may came upon this blog and my ponder at 3 in the morning to think about why color should not matter but seeing people for who they are despite the color factor should be something to think about. We are similar yet we are also different. We are human with set of values that we hold upon. The law of nature says something about “we are all created equal.” How true is that do you think? Obviously not so true, since there are income-gap in our nation, the division of labor, and specialization, but these things are all manmade. We need doctors and lawyers as much as we need custodians and trash collectors. We again were taught to categorize what jobs were consider more prestigious than others similar to how we are taught to see the color we feel okay with and other a little different.
I am not sure if I am arguing, persuading, simply rambling, or roughly all three of the above. At the end, I think I want to see and love people as who they are regardless of the color of their skin or how they look. Seriously, life is more to it than that.
So to all of my future friend out there who will look different from me because I don’t think there is another me in this world. I am looking forward to meeting and getting to know you regardless of how you look. I don’t want to make an assumption that you might be different from me because if I were to think as such then I also don’t think we will become friend. I want to meet you without any expectation. I simply wanted to meet you with a hopeful attitude and open mind, which I am curious to see of how this would turn out.