Yellow face montage from “Slaying the Dragon”

There were plenty of actual Asian actors available but non-asian actors were used to portray them instead, the real Asians were used as back fill they weren’t allowed to be in the lead role, this is known as yellow face, (when it was first done to African Americans it was called black face, those portrayals…

Clip from “Slaying the Dragon Reloaded” c2011

The clip is from the introduction of “Slaying the Dragon Reloaded”. I highly recommend both “Slaying the Dragon” and “Slaying the Dragon Reloaded”. I streamed this through Kanopy a free app through my Amazon firestick. You need a library account to access Kanopy. It’s Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month in the US.

Poem: Where are you from?: Part One

What does it feel like to belong? Part of the clan Part of the colony. What would it be like If no one ever asked me Where am I from? The repetitive interrogation of strangers stalking me as if they were experts detectives of Asian culture. “Why do you want to know?” I ask, they…

Cultural Appropriation, Part One: Star Wars

The original “Star Wars” had instant cinematic appeal with fantastical creatures, space battles, charismatic characters and the grandeur of John Williams’ operatic score but in retrospective viewing, it’s full of cultural appropriation and subtle racism. I’ll admit, I too enjoyed the volley of romantic bickering between Han and Leia, the humor of R2D2 the sassy,…

Thank You Bruce Lee

Copyright free images of Bruce Lee The Martial Artist, Bruce Lee internationally elevated Asian attractiveness during the 1960s. Before (and unfortunately after) him, both Asian men and women were depicted as unattractive and/or villianously alien but at least his magnetic presence propped open the door to eventual positive Asian portrayal in media. The standard depiction…

Poem : Ancestors

Speaking love alive, My ancestors still survive, Inspiring dreams.

Memoir : Big White Van (part one)

Image from pexels.com I remember the fake polar bear fur that lined our polyester pink snow quilted jackets; we were born 6yrs apart but Mother often dressed us as identical twins. Our white commercial van had an unbolted, swerving back seat that jumped and jolted, we rode unseat-belted in wagon wheel fashion, with big leaps…

Memoir : Tears reveal what’s real

At the bus stop at 50th St and while riding the bus, an anonymous angel was singing. Her voice reminded me of Erykah Badu. She was branchlike thin. Her lithe face was in a sculpture of pain, drooping with grave stories but she was gloriously murmuring in a hum, lyrics like a mantra. The magic…

Memoir : Diamond in the Rough

Mom always said I was a diamond in the rough. “You’re an uncut diamond that was dropped, accidentally lost in the dirt. You’re beautiful, but no one can see that, because you hide your beauty.” What she meant to say specifically was, my sloppy boyish clothes and my unmade up face, were disguising my true…

Memoir : Twisted Sister: Beauty Pageant

At the Miss Koreatown beauty contest in the Baltimore Washington Area, Third Aunt applied so much stage makeup on Sister that she looked exactly like Dee Snider, the deranged looking front man of the one hit 80’s metal band, “Twisted Sister”. He infamously shout sang, “We’re not gonna take it anymore!” while costumed in striped…

Memoir : Them Slanty Eyes

“Well, you’re comin’ home with me!” She said matter of factly. “You can stay on board my boat for the next few days, while you sort things out.” “Thank you! I can do chores on your boat while I’m here.” I said. “Don’t you worry, I’ll put you to work! You can clean my boat…

Memoir : I don’t understand you

“Hello, Can I police have dat feesh over dare? Its dat fresh? From today come? How much ess dat will be?” Mother asked the sweaty fishmonger. “Whaat? I don’t understand you!” He shouted unnecessarily. “Sorlee, I say, can I havah dat squid over dare? How much is dat priced to me?” She sighed. “What’re you…

Poem : Beauty

Beauty was our primary worth, our female obligation. Being beautiful was a protection, like an amulet of good. Then your peacock husband master, would stay faithfully with you until death. But if you were cursed with ugliness, you deserved to be cheated on, raped, butchered and abandoned. (Screenshot Images from Video, “Hanbok: Silhouette and Structure”…