The other day, my husband and I were having a conversation in the car about discrimination and racism in America — two things he knew firsthand from his own experiences over here.
“Mean and wicked, that’s what these people were to me,” he said, referring to the Americans who had betrayed him in the past. “They just don’t care, they have no concern for you at all. They think they can just bully you.”
My heart ached to see him this way. “I’m so sorry. It just goes to show how much work in this country is still undone. We Americans have a lot to learn.”
“Don’t say ‘we’! Don’t put yourself in the same category as them, you should be careful of your language!”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to say ‘we’, it just came out by accident. Just a reflex, that’s all.”
But his words haunted me the rest of the way home. I couldn’t believe that the word “we” — a word that normally brings John and I together as one — could divide us into two in a completely different context. Continue reading “Despite the China-America Divide, We’re On The Same Team”




It’s March 8 — International Women’s Day — and time for an update to my list of blogs by Western women who love Chinese men!



