I just can’t do it today. I tried to write my usual Sunday afternoon post, but couldn’t.
Over 200 – and counting – incidents of discrimination, hate, harassment and terrorism against minorities and women have occurred around the country since last Tuesday. Not one elected Republican however, from Trump on down, has spoken out against these acts. It’s not a hypothetical for us either: Two male students from nearby Babson College drove through Wellesley the day after the election waving a Trump flag and yelling racially-offensive and gender-demeaning slurs at the students, including our 18-year old Asian daughter.
Next to all that, what I’m cooking or what TV show we’re watching or asking whether you prefer mayonnaise or Miracle Whip feels very trivial. Bad, very bad things have been happening. Yes, life goes on but I’m not sure right now what that life is going to look like and how the going on will proceed.
Brett and I are as white and WASP-y as they come. My ancestors arrived in American on the Mayflower; Brett’s arrived in Virginia a little bit later. But our family is not white. We have three beautiful, intelligent, loving and proudly American daughters who happened to have been born in China, a Japanese daughter-in-law, and two grandchildren, both U.S. citizens, who are half-Japanese. My brother-in-law is from Mexico and nieces and nephews share that heritage. Another niece, also adopted, is black.
Our girls have understood from when they were little that outside of family, friends and their school environments, many people only see immigrant, outsider, and other when they look at them (besides China Doll, exotic, submissive, etc.) because they are Asian. They have been the recipients of racial slurs before and now are worried about receiving them again, or worse. They are scared, and Brett and I are angry and hurt that they have been made to feel this way. I am frightened for so many people in this country right now, and can only begin to imagine their fear.
So, no Sunday Afternoon post today. Maybe next week.