It felt like a total a palm-in-face moment. After all, hadn’t he read my CV, which explicitly stated I was an American, in bold letters?
The LA Herald published “Married to Chinamen – White Women Who Accept Mongolian Husbands” in 1892. But hatred, not acceptance, prevails in the piece.
“My mother was a refugee from the Vietnam War…. Although my mother raised me to be the best American girl I could be, deep down I was still Vietnamese.”
Susan Chan recalls how her biracial and bicultural daughter once encountered a boy who told her, “you can’t be three things.”
“My mother is Korean and my father is…mostly white. I suppose that would make me Korean-American. Or Amerasian. Or a hapa. Why so many labels?”
It’s never too late to follow your heart to Asia. Just ask writer Janet Brown, who went to Thailand at age 45 and fell in love with the people and places.
A white American woman goes to China and ends up falling for a guy she considers the Chinese version of Arnold Schwarzenegger.