{"id":1311,"date":"2017-06-06T09:00:24","date_gmt":"2017-06-06T09:00:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fulbridge.org\/?p=1311"},"modified":"2017-06-06T13:50:31","modified_gmt":"2017-06-06T13:50:31","slug":"where-are-you-really-from","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fulbridge.org\/w\/where-are-you-really-from\/","title":{"rendered":"Where Are You Really From?"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u2013 <\/strong>by Julius Tsai\u00a0\u2013\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

This spring, Fulbridge asked ETAs to write about the theme of diversity\u2013\u00a0“the condition or quality of being diverse, different, or varied; difference, unlikeness” \u2013 in their grant experiences.\u00a0This month, ETAs from around the world share how\u00a0the grant year has changed their perspectives on diversity.\u00a0Read the full series here.<\/a><\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

This piece was written by Julius Tsai, 2016-17 ETA in Indonesia.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Julius \u201cJukie\u201d Tsai teaches in Magelang, Central Java<\/p><\/div>\n

\u201cBut where are you <\/i>really<\/i><\/b> from?\u201d\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been facing this inquiry in some form or another for my entire life. But never as much as I have in lush Central Java where I\u2019ve been teaching English for the last eight months. Though I could conceivably pass as one of the many ethnic-Chinese Indonesians, the fact that my Bahasa Indonesia is akin to that of a 3-year-old gives away my foreigner status. Thus, every time I meet somebody, whether eating Bakso or riding in an Angkot, I am almost immediately asked, \u201cAsli mana\u2013 \u201cWhere is your origin?\u201d After saying I am from the United States, I\u2019m often asked to clarify. \u201cChina? Japan? Korea?\u201d If I respond, it is with an abbreviated version of the following; my mom\u2019s parents, Yukee and Shih Hao, came from Shanghai, my dad\u2019s parents were born in the states; Philip to recent Hungarian immigrants, and Katherine to a family that has roots in the States back to the time of the American Revolution. The ethnic quizzing usually ends there.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been asked to clarify where I\u2019m from so many times that it\u2019s hard to remember particular instances. When I first arrived, I was so high off the thrill of travel that the constant inquisitiveness of the Indonesians I was meeting barely registered. Yet, as novelty faded to familiarity, there were times when the question bothered me. In those rare moments, a flicker of annoyance turned into a spark of anger and, dare I say, vulnerability. I felt like there was nothing I could do to prove that the only place I have ever called home is actually my own. That my experience was just as American as the the blonde-haired, blue-eyed imagery of America that they\u2019d been exposed to. It felt as if the world was giving me a pat on the head and saying, \u201cNo no young man, you can\u2019t possibly be from there, your eyes are too slanted and your hair too black.\u201d The more I maintained my Americanness, the more I seemed to forfeit it. In hindsight, it feels melodramatic, but I\u2019m not going to deny that I felt that way. As time has passed, I\u2019ve stopped having any sort of emotional reaction when I\u2019m asked to explain my family history. In the face of this steady barrage of questions, my reactions have turned more introspective. I\u2019ve begun to identify how the, \u201cWhere are you really from\u201d sentiment holds a different significance in Indonesia than it does it does at home.<\/p>\n

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Jukie has taught English lessons at several schools in Indonesia.<\/p><\/div>\n

In my experience, many Indonesians lay bare what they feel about your appearance in frequent and frank ways. This does not play out in meaningful conversations so much as it does in passing remarks and candid interactions on the street. The great deal of privilege I hold here on account of being a fair-skinned man has been made very clear to me through looks, comments and attitudes. Yet, it is also through these comments, incredulous stares, and raised eyebrows that I\u2019ve been made aware that I don\u2019t look American. I believe there is a natural human curiosity to ask about things that do not conform to a perceived norm. Sometimes, this questioning can be a more sinister way to \u201cotherize\u201d people, but I don\u2019t think it is always the case. I should also note that I have done a relatively poor job of learning Indonesian and would perhaps be having more complex conversations if I was not so limited in my Bahasa Indonesia skills. However, given that ethnicity questions are usually the first or second thing I\u2019m asked, these conversations have reached the realm beyond my understanding. While a factor, I don\u2019t believe language is the determining influence over this phenomenon.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s no denying that Asians, hovering around 5% of the U.S. population<\/a>, are a small minority in America. Within that group, there is incredible diversity, so I can only speak for the East Asian-American experience in Indonesia as it differs for South and Southeast Asian people. Because of who I am, it is easy for me to identify the Asian people, art, and food that enrich American culture. American news, media, and entertainment are already whitewashed, yet the American pop culture exports that make it here seem even more so. In eight months of consuming Indonesian media I\u2019ve seen few to no Asian-American, Latinx, or Black people, aside from Obama. Certainly no mention that America\u2019s slave owning founding fathers stole land from indigenous people. Yet, in the past week, I\u2019ve encountered ads featuring Robert Downey Jr as well as Scarlett Johannson, heard Taylor Swift blasting on the radio, and seen Mike Pence mean mugging on the cover of the newspaper. Little to no representation of Indonesia makes it to America; preceding my grant I couldn\u2019t name a place that wasn\u2019t Jakarta or Bali, let alone an Indonesian actor or singer. Yet American media, while superficial and inaccurate, has enough of a foothold in Indonesia to establish a cultural norm for what America looks like. While I will never know what motivates individual actions, I suspect that the constant stream of questions I get about my ethnicity is produced by some combination of natural curiosity, the language barrier, the tendency of some Indonesians to comment on appearance, and the media\u2019s established norms of what Americans look like.<\/p>\n

Unpacking my beliefs about the \u201cWhere are you really from\u201d phenomenon in Indonesia has led me to realize that the source of my agitation stems not from the sentiment here, but from having heard it so many times at home. In the last few years, I have heard it with decreasing frequency as some Americans have woken up to the fact that it\u2019s a nasty question. Yet, in the early years of the century, when dialogue on social justice was far quieter and my own knowledge and vocabulary in their infancy, I was asked this question all the time in unapologetic fashion. In the mainstream left-leaning sphere, where we\u2019ve come to a point where ignorance is not an excuse, when I hear, \u201cWhere are you really from\u201d in America, especially from a white person, it reads as, \u201cI\u2019m curious but cannot bothered to phrase my question in a less racist way.\u201d It is not that I mind being asked about my ethnic history. Just the other day, after talking for an hour or so talking about Asian politics, an older white American said to me, \u201cI apologize if this is rude, but you appear to have some Asian heritage. Is that true?\u201d It was totally fine given his words, tone, and the context. In my experience, the Indonesian understanding of how specific words, tone, and context matter in conversations about identity is different from what I\u2019ve become used to at home. That these subtle things are lost across the world is not surprising- it is not the job of Indonesians to learn my cultural cues, especially given that I\u2019m here by choice. I realized it took me a while to parse out these differences because of my anger over all the times I\u2019ve encountered this small, casual bit of racism at home. I have also witnessed brutal racism in Indonesia, amongst other bigotry, which further complicated the process of identifying these differences.<\/p>\n

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Jukie participates in activities at his school and in his surrounding community.<\/p><\/div>\n

Reflecting on all the aforementioned has reminded me that I still hold cultural biases I need to confront. A few months ago while I was traveling, I had a short conversation with another East Asian-looking tourist who said she was from New York City. Given the difficult time I was having understanding her, I immediately began asking myself questions, wondering how she could have made it through American high school with such limited English. I felt all these parts of my mind chirping in, thinking she\u2019s not American<\/i>. In reality, I have no idea what her story was. Though I didn\u2019t push the issue, my face must have given away some of my skepticism. Thinking about that hypocritical instance reminds me of how I need to expand my own ideas of who can be American and take people at their word. How can I ask others to stop being lazy if I continue to be guilty of it myself? Why can\u2019t I ask people humanizing questions about themselves and let their culture and heritage emerge naturally and by choice? Ultimately, that interaction was a small restructuring of my belief of who is American. My interactions with Indonesians are responsible for similar microscopic shifts of my own frame of reference. My ideal is not a world where in which we cease to be curious about others, but one where we do so while being mindful of our biases and the way we ask questions.<\/p>\n

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Julius Tsai<\/strong> is\u00a0currently teaching at\u00a0SMKN1 in Magelang, Central Java. \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

This blog post was originally published on\u00a0Indonesiaful.<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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