tokuno said:
TomBear said:
. . . And lest you think differently, there was plenty of racism in the Bay Area even up to and including the '50s.
True, and even beyond. During the 60s/70s, I was commonly serenaded at school with "Chinese, Japanese, dirty knees, look at these" in addition to the sing song ching-chong stuff, among other nonsense.
Dunno that we Bay Area folks deserve to start throwing stones.
My Dad (born SF, 1921), was dissuaded by his high school counselor (Lowell HS) from pursuing engineering, because according to him, dentistry or shop keeping were better jobs for orientals, and as such, he was unlikely to be accepted by the other college engineering students, nor to be hired if he persisted. My Dad made it work - retired from aerospace engineering in the 80s after working on the first space shuttle design. There's an old post-war picture of my Dad with his colleagues at NACA in Virginia (predecessor to NASA) - Asian face in a sea of white.
Before my Mom & Dad purchased property to build a home in the South Bay in the 1950s, they walked the street to make sure every resident was ok with people like them moving into the neighborhood.
They had originally wanted to purchase in West San Jose, but the realtor asserted that their office had nothing available to them. They then found a property owner in the nearby foothills who was willing to subdivide his lot. Investment-wise, it worked out a lot better for them than San Jose would have. :-)
When my (Danish/English extraction) wife & I bought a home in the El Cerrito hills in the early 90s, the CCRs carried the original 1954 provision that "non-whites" such as I could only reside on the property in the role of household help. It wasn't binding, of course, and I found it amusing and intended to keep it, but unfortunately my wife purged our old docs after we'd sold the place.
Incidentally, last month we drove our youngest cross-country for her sophomore year at Purdue, with a stop at the Heart Mountain War Relocation center in Wyoming where my Dad was sent in 1942 (pulled out of classes at Cal) with his parents and younger brother. My Dad got early release by enlisting in the Army (Air Corps). I snapped a cool picture of our daughter watching her grandpa speaking on one of the interactive video kiosks.
To paraphrase those1960's Virginia Slims billboards, "We've come a long way, baby"
Journey's never over, though.
I was the target of the same chants as a kid in Texas in the 80s. To be fair, I think the kids who participated in those chants didn't mean it in a hurtful manner. Rather, it was just something done in fun and without the idea it could or would be hurtful to anyone (let alone a friend, me, of theirs).
That said, I still encountered a ton of racism as a kid in Texas. But to be fair, I also encounter racism in California, today. Heck, just a couple months ago, I was preparing a letter for mailing at the post office after hours. Some random old white guy came in and made a comment that sounded like, "Who would've expected a f--king oriental to be here. The place is being overrun with gooks."
Now, I could've taken offense and threw down with the old guy, but I let it slide. I recognized the dude was probably (1) mentally ill and (2) too old to change his ways. Besides, fighting an old man wouldn't have been worth it for practical/legal reasons (including being sued for any injury inflicted on him and also intentionally injuring a senior citizen).
In 2019 (just before Covid), I was volunteering at a local charity rodeo.* During dinner, I happened to sit at a table with an older white man and his wife. The gentleman asked me about my race, which is technically a micro aggression** but I recognized he didn't mean it to be offensive. After I told him my ancestors were Chinese, he recited the schoolyard chant, "Me Chinese, me play joke." Again, I don't believe he did this with the intent to be offensive. Nevertheless, it is objectively racist. In any case, I replied with the retort that begins with "Me American, me play smart;" this made the old guy laugh and we had a pleasant conversation while enjoying the rest of our dinner together.
I've also been on the end of racism in the workplace. This was actually across state lines while I worked in the SF Bay Area. I was included in an email reply all scenario where the recipient (a vendor trying to get a contract with the company for which I worked) made a stupid joke about me being William Hung based on nothing other than a similarity in our surnames. IIRC, the vendor was based in Texas, but that's really neither here nor there.
In short, racism isn't exactly a thing of the past; it's still very much alive and kicking. Also, my previous post on desegregation wasn't intended to imply that racism didn't exist in California; to the contrary, it was historically very strong here (see, Kearneyism, the Zoot Suit Riots, and the implementation of Executive Order 9066). Heck, because of California's history of racism, we have historic constitutional cases, like Yick Wo v. Hopkins (holding that an ostensibly race neutral law applied in a prejudicial manner violates the 14th Amendment's equal protection clause) and U.S. v. Wong Kim Ark (holding that birthright citizenship applies to everyone born in the US*** per the 14th Amendment). Then there's Tape v. Hurley, which was an 1885 California Supreme Court case establishing that all kids (including Chinese-Americans) have the right to an education, even though it also legalized school segregation, which would be chipped away by the 9th Circuit in 1947 in Mendez v Westminster (holding that segregated schools were not legal re kids of Mexican descent) and finally be overturned by SCOTUS in 1954's Brown v Board decision.
*I love rodeos and have loved them since I went to my first one as a kid inTexas.
**Micro aggressions are a real thing and they are a big deal for those on the receiving end. It may not be something those on the giving end don't understand, but micro aggressions, at a minimum, reinforce that the person on the receiving end is an "other" and usually is a "leaser than." Micro aggressions also tend to stack and wear down those on the receiving end resulting in the receiver snapping and responding by either (1) fighting back or (2) collapsing under the strain.
***Exclusive of native americans.