Solidarity

In honor of #BlackHistoryMonth. Solidarity among people who belong to different groups is critical in order to achieve collective progress. Or as MLK said, “In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”

Angry Asian Girl and Angry Asian Man

Haven't posted here in quite a while but thought this seemed like an appropriate time to chime in. And for people not familiar with Secret Asian Man, he is NOT a hidden love child between the two.

First off please note the title of this post is not Angry Asian Girl VS. Angry Asian Man. If you ask each of these people separately they will only speak positively of the work that the other does. And why wouldn't they? Both have similar goals in standing up for communities that they involve themselves with and have done a lot to support the Asian American community specifically. So for that I say, "Thank you."

At this point I know what most of you know. I've read Lela's blog posts, the language in the proposal to change the Angry Asian Man's name along with alternates. I've read Phil Yu's reaction to Lela Lee's actions. I've even read some of the responses as they've come in from other notable AA bloggers, artists, and fans. In the end I can only offer how this effects me personally.

Is Secret Asian Man Next?
After the initial shock of reading about this the very first question I asked myself was, "Am I next?" After all, SAM is a comic that focuses on equality/justice/Asian stuff. SAM falls under the Adjective+Asian+Sex pattern. SAM first appeared between when AAG and AAM first appeared. I have t-shirts, a book, stickers, hats, ...etc.

But what I don't share is the history between these two. And that's only something that those two have the full picture of. So while my initial fear was that Lela Lee was now going to come after everyone with anything to do with Angry or Asian or comics, it's completely besides the point and, from what I can tell, not her goal at all.

So for now the only way this will effect me personally is that I will back burner my plans to launch my new Angry Asian Man-Girl comic blog.

But won't this cause a rift in the Asian American community?
It shouldn't, but I can see why people might think it would. It's natural to hold close to the chest things that reflect communities to which we belong. And when we see those things conflict of course we perceive it as a rift. I see it as acknowledgement of our differences. There's a whole bunch of us out there and to expect that every one of us will get along for the greater good falls under the same obedient trap of model minority behavior. If you want to take sides, more power to you. But don't feel like you have to. Like a kid whose parents are getting divorced, it's possible to have a relationship with both parents after the split. And it's not your fault. Unless it is, in which case you're an asshole.

And if a dispute among two (albeit prominent) AA figures is enough to divide this community we have much bigger problems we need to face.

So what do you do now?
I don't know. Make a sandwich? If you feel strongly enough write them. Post a blog. Draw a comic. But whatever happens, trust that they will work it out like the grown ups that they are.

Unemployment Rates from 1990 to 2013. Plus Ice Cube.

Wow, haven't posted here in a while...

I've seen this Unemployment Map being tossed around the internets and while I think it's VERY interesting I thought it could be better. So I added Ice Cube through the years.

LatinOs, Part of a Balanced Breakfast

Where's the (white) outrage?

OK, so I have to get this off my chest about the whole duck Dynasty thing in light of these photos that came out of the cast before they got all hicked out. What's with wearing white in beach photos anyway?

The thing that gets me isn't the homophobic and racist statements made by Phil Robertson. It's not that the show is a complete and utter sham. It's not even that these guys were squeaky clean country clubbers. What bothers me is the utter lack of outrage from white people about the portrayal of other white people. Doesn't it piss off people who actually ARE like that when they see a bunch of phonies grow out their beards and basically slip into a backwoods, good-old-boy costume? It's really no different than all the racist costumes minorities get all bent out of shape over.

But maybe I'm missing something. Maybe the lack of outrage is due to the fact that white people just aren't offended by this kind of exploitative portrayal of fellow white people. Maybe this explains why so many white people don't see the big deal about racist costumes and stereotypical minority portrayals. So does this mean that we minorities need to chill out and let geisha costumes roll off our backs? Or are white people slow to realize that they are being made fun of?

Day Above Ground's "Asian Girlz"

If you haven't seen it you're not really missing anything. I'm not going to post the video. But the lyrics to this song are as follows:

Asian girl, She's my Asian girl
You're my Asian girl, You're my Asian girl
You're my Asian girl, She's my Asian girl
Yes, my Asian girl, You're my Asian girl

I love your sticky rice
Butt fucking all night
Korean barbecue
Bitch I love you
I love your creamy yellow thighs
Ooh you're slanted eyes
It's the Year of the Dragon
Ninja pussy I'm stabbin'

Asian girl, You're's my Asian girl
You're my Asian girl, She's my Asian girl
You're my Asian girl, She's my Asian girl
Yes, my Asian girl, You're my Asian girl

Superstitious feng shui shit (what)
Now lay your hair by the toilet
I've got your green tea boba
So put your head on my shoulder
Your momma's so pretty
Best nails in the city
Pushing your daddy's Mercedes

Asian girl, She's my Asian girl
You're my Asian girl, You're my Asian girl
You're my Asian girl, She's my Asian girl
Yes, my Asian girl, You're my asian girl

New Year's in February (February?)
That's fine with me (I guess)
Yeah, shark soup (What? Fuck it, we'll eat it)
Oh, tradition, tradition, tradition, yeah yeah
Baby, you're my Asian girl
You're legally (best kind)
So baby marry me
Come on sit on my lap (right here baby)
Or we'll send you back
And you age so well
I can barely tell
17 or 23?
Baby doesn't matter to me

Asian girl, She's my Asian girl
You're my Asian girl, You're my Asian girl
You're my Asian girl, She's my Asian girl
Yes, my Asian girl, You're my asian girl

Arcadia
J-Town
Alhambra
K-Town
Temple City
Don't forget Chinatown
Get down
Happy endings all over
Bruce Lee
Toyota
Spicy tuny
Sashimi
Tasty Garden
Fried Lice
Sailor Moon
Wonton soup
Spring roll
Tibet
Foot rub rub a down down down
Fa ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra
Tofu
All over you all over me

Basically I imagine these douches sat around and listed every stereotype/reference/slur they could think of and then pieced it together to a highly polished turd and released it to the world fully knowing the kind of reaction they would get. Good job it worked. You can proceed to the downhill side of your careers now. Bye bye.

Time for a break

Like the strip says, it has been a really long, continuous run for Secret Asian Man. Sometimes I can't believe how long I've been doing this. On the other hand I can't imagine NOT doing this ever again. So consider this a bit a a break from my once monthly, once weekly, once daily, then weekly again schedule.

This is definitely not the end of SAM. I'm going to be doing a lot more with him in the future.

Now is the time to switch gears, think of new approaches, and tackle some long-neglected projects. I'm sure a combination of experiences in my life recently (like my father passing away) has lit a new fire under my ass to not find myself in a situation where it will become too late to branch out and try different things.

I want to thank everyone who has supported the strip over the years and hope you will continue to follow me through this blog, Facebook, and Twitter as I'm still going to have a lot to say and have plenty of surprises in the coming months.

Thanks and don't be a stranger.

Are We There Yet?

April 19, 2013

Today amid the absolutely terrifying and, in the end, exuberant chain of events involving the Boston Marathon bombing suspects, I was having a much quieter and more personal experience that had far greater implications than any act of terrorism. This morning I found out that my father passed away.

My family and I were coming down to NYC to visit my dad in hospice care. I was awoken by a phone call from my brother. Both of us still half asleep, he broke the news to me. My dad had been battling cancer for the past couple of years and finally succumbed some time during the night. I was fortunate enough to have had come down a couple of weeks earlier when my dad insisted that we have a birthday party for me and my brother. We both have April birthdays.

As we finished packing for the trip down, and after I broke the news to my wife and two sons, I began to read the reports of the gun and bomb battle that took place also during the night in Cambridge between law enforcement and the bombing suspects. After an already tense week following the Monday bombings this news did not sit well.

As we made our way down I-95, I took to social media only to find post after post from friends in the Cambridge and Watertown areas writing about hearing gunshots, explosions, and posting photos of SWAT teams outside their homes. In between checking posts I drifted back to thoughts of my dad and of my mom who apparently was also fighting off high blood pressure and a bout of vertigo.

We get to NYC, check into our hotel and make our way to my parents' house in lower Manhattan.

Later that evening as my mom cues up a vacation video of when my parents went to Hawaii, a quick flash of the news flickered and I read the words, "Suspect captured alive." I felt a sudden sense of relief and gratitude and then an instant later I was watching footage my dad shot of Hawaii. Meanwhile I can hear cars honking horns and the occasional celebratory yelp. They're celebrating in NYC too.

So as I sit here typing this, now just past midnight and technically the next day, I can only take a deep breath and look back at April 19, 2013 with the strangest sense of sadness, sentimentality, and elation. Thank you Boston and I love you Papa.

Boston Marathon 2013