I figure sitting in a café over some not-so-café-like beverage is the best way to update my blog. It’s been a while. I’ve been back and forth between travel. The most recent bout was returning from
The first thing I observed is that, in my (very uneducated) eyes,
When I exited back into the streets to the Khalili, the 14th century night market, I immediately experienced the irony. That is, although the women are covered quite modestly (and those covered in the face do so by choice if their husbands request them to), I noticed that Egyptian men were all very aggressive towards women, some verging on—no, actually, reaching the standard of—harassing other women. I cannot emphasize how many times I was physically grabbed (in not nice places), cornered or followed on streets. Yet, all in all, anyone with the right amount of street smarts can get away traveling on their own and be absolutely fine.
That same night I smoked a shisha, a traditional Egyptian pipe, with fragrant tobacco. Of course, since I do not smoke, it was difficult to suck all the smoke up the pipe. However, it was definitely an experience...the smell was very lovely, soft, fruity, but the smoke itself was harsh. I also went to the back alleys of the locals markets, which were padded with clothes and narrow pathways, where people were carrying large loads on their heads.
I have never heard ‘konnichiwa’ said to me so many times in my life. That, and long phrases of Japanese coming from the mouths of several locals following me up and down streets. I also heard ‘kawaii’ non-stop, and other Japanese things I did not understand. Everywhere I travel, it never fails. In fact, I have stopped taking it so personally, as I now realize, no matter where one travels, people are seen for the colour of their skin and nothing else.
Now here is the part that gets me going. The first observation of being in
Reverse Racism
This is the post I said I’d make a long time ago. Since traveling to
The Chinese love foreigners from Europe or
Take that and turn it around, and that is the treatment locals get: the cold shoulder when asking for service, being ignored when asking someone for a simple thing like how long the wait will be, and getting shoved and downright elbowed in the face in subways (foreigners who read this, please observe: visible foreigners do not receive this treatment).
I first came to
I tried several experiments while with foreigners—several dozen in total. I would approach a restaurant or store and speak in Chinese, asking for a seat or if they could help me with a product. Cold shoulder and ignored each time. One woman sneered at me when I asked her for a direction. A different instance, the man heard me, and brushed past me, not caring to give me the time of the day. One lady stayed looking at her magazine and said ‘find it yourself’ when I couldn’t read the menu. All this for speaking Chinese.
The next step in the experiments, I approached and spoke English. INSTANT service. Attentive, courteous and responsive. While with a foreigner, it instantly escalates to star quality service. While without another foreigner, it is still above average.
To me, this was shocking. And speaking to Chinese foreigners, I realized it was a common phenomenon. One girl left her job in
Here is the hierarchy of “good to bad treatment” (opinion through experience only):
White foreigner à “other" non-Chinese foreigner à local Chinese à Chinese foreigner who speaks shitty Mandarin
I think I am treated on the cusp of “speaking shitty Mandarin” and “local Chinese.”
This is distressing to me on several levels: which culture has so little respect for itself that it has to revere another culture all the more? And why would you treat people in your own culture with such little regard? To a Westerner, this is shocking. I know patriotism exists in
I wanted to know. I asked several local friends. They all said YES it is a true phenomenon, what I observed. Some of these friends actually hang out with us foreigners to learn English, or more about foreign cultures—one particular friend said he was proud to have gone to “a very Westernized University,” while other local coworkers were proud to have gone to North America to work or school for a year or more.
Everywhere here, Westernism is a stamp of pride. I recently learned that prior to me being hired, in the posting, my company actually wanted someone who was physically foreign in appearance, more specifically, Caucasian. In
So racism is alive and thriving. And the funniest thing is, the MOST racism I have ever experienced is from those of my own race. Despite people biking feverishly up streets in South America JUST to yell “konnichiwa” to me, or people in England saying “do you like sushi” after just meeting me at a fish and chips shop, or an old Irish lady who once said to me, “oh, you’re Chinese? I have a doctor, he is Chinese—do you know him??” …despite all these things, I think I am most offended by the reverse racism here in
/end rant!
