feel it breathing down, heavy on you
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intertribalI've never been made unsafe because of my demographics. I'm half-white and half-Javanese, but I pass. I look a lot whiter now than I did when I was younger (my skin has gotten paler, I've started looking more like my mother, IDK). I guess most people can identify that I don't look totally teutonic, or whatever, but I get to rest in the safe "mildly exotic" zone. The only people that actually broach the ethnicity subject with me are themselves not white. And I know that has made my life a lot easier.
Lately I have started to feel uneasy. I keep having nightmarish visions of America entering some kind of... social bottleneck, or something, because the amount of combative racist agitation in the country seems so high right now. A little while ago it was Arizona and the border. Now it's Islam. And while the anti-immigration rhetoric did make me nervous (and pissed for non-personal, more philosophical reasons) the anti-Islam rhetoric actually creates physical discomfort, because I was raised in Indonesia and my father's family is Muslim. To be honest I don't know much about the religion. I went to a Muslim school for two years, learned nothing (I was too busy talking to myself), was registered as Muslim at my international school, literally raced through my prayers, the end. My best friend was Christian. I was more excited about Christmas (presents!) than Idul Fitri (adults talking). But it was a Muslim society, and save for my atheist mother, all the responsible adults in my life were Muslim - though they ranged all the way from my dad, who was mostly atheist, to a friend of my dad's who was like a freelance preacher. To this day hearing the adzan comforts me. So I guess I have some cultural identification with Islam.
I pretty much know that the anti-Islam stuff going down in the U.S. is never going to hurt me, personally. I don't identify with any religion (right now I'm immersed in Christianity, and dabble in paganism, a la Christine O'Donnell I guess) and I look white enough that no one's going to bring it up. But I guess... I just feel more on-edge about it than I used to. I don't know if that's because of the changed climate or because I've gotten more sensitive or what. But these days I feel wary about saying I used to live in Indonesia, because what if they know Indonesia has the world's largest Muslim population? Why did that woman at work mistake hearing "Indonesia" for "Egypt" and then say "close enough"? That is how hyper my neurosis is. After all, if that is how Obama has been identified as Muslim - going to school in Indonesia, having a Muslim father - well, shit, my cover's blown. I shudder to think of the number of people who would happily high-five me in Memorial Stadium now who wouldn't if they knew. And believe me, thinking that way - feeling paranoid that I'm going to be somehow "found out" - makes me feel very cowardly and hypocritical, because WTF, right, there should be no shame in identifying with whatever ethnicity or religion, and how lame am I in propagating that there is something shameful about Islam through my actions. Like I am braver about sticking up for other people (who I couldn't be mistaken for) but don't have the balls to put myself on the line. That's fucking awful.
But then there's the question of whether I should even identify with Islam enough to feel uneasy and paranoid. I mean, there are a whole lot of people who have more cause for concern than I. It's not part of my identity. If we're going to pick out cultural/ethnic markers for me, I would say something along the lines of "l'enfant colonial." The line "Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo" is my favorite from "We Didn't Start The Fire." And on the other hand, I totally believe that people shouldn't wait to be a member of a group at gunpoint to, you know, say or do something. A lot of casual and/or combative racism upsets me mentally - but this is the first time I've ever felt physically and emotionally uncomfortable, for purely self-defensive reasons. It is very different from anything I have felt before.
Lately I have started to feel uneasy. I keep having nightmarish visions of America entering some kind of... social bottleneck, or something, because the amount of combative racist agitation in the country seems so high right now. A little while ago it was Arizona and the border. Now it's Islam. And while the anti-immigration rhetoric did make me nervous (and pissed for non-personal, more philosophical reasons) the anti-Islam rhetoric actually creates physical discomfort, because I was raised in Indonesia and my father's family is Muslim. To be honest I don't know much about the religion. I went to a Muslim school for two years, learned nothing (I was too busy talking to myself), was registered as Muslim at my international school, literally raced through my prayers, the end. My best friend was Christian. I was more excited about Christmas (presents!) than Idul Fitri (adults talking). But it was a Muslim society, and save for my atheist mother, all the responsible adults in my life were Muslim - though they ranged all the way from my dad, who was mostly atheist, to a friend of my dad's who was like a freelance preacher. To this day hearing the adzan comforts me. So I guess I have some cultural identification with Islam.
I pretty much know that the anti-Islam stuff going down in the U.S. is never going to hurt me, personally. I don't identify with any religion (right now I'm immersed in Christianity, and dabble in paganism, a la Christine O'Donnell I guess) and I look white enough that no one's going to bring it up. But I guess... I just feel more on-edge about it than I used to. I don't know if that's because of the changed climate or because I've gotten more sensitive or what. But these days I feel wary about saying I used to live in Indonesia, because what if they know Indonesia has the world's largest Muslim population? Why did that woman at work mistake hearing "Indonesia" for "Egypt" and then say "close enough"? That is how hyper my neurosis is. After all, if that is how Obama has been identified as Muslim - going to school in Indonesia, having a Muslim father - well, shit, my cover's blown. I shudder to think of the number of people who would happily high-five me in Memorial Stadium now who wouldn't if they knew. And believe me, thinking that way - feeling paranoid that I'm going to be somehow "found out" - makes me feel very cowardly and hypocritical, because WTF, right, there should be no shame in identifying with whatever ethnicity or religion, and how lame am I in propagating that there is something shameful about Islam through my actions. Like I am braver about sticking up for other people (who I couldn't be mistaken for) but don't have the balls to put myself on the line. That's fucking awful.
But then there's the question of whether I should even identify with Islam enough to feel uneasy and paranoid. I mean, there are a whole lot of people who have more cause for concern than I. It's not part of my identity. If we're going to pick out cultural/ethnic markers for me, I would say something along the lines of "l'enfant colonial." The line "Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo" is my favorite from "We Didn't Start The Fire." And on the other hand, I totally believe that people shouldn't wait to be a member of a group at gunpoint to, you know, say or do something. A lot of casual and/or combative racism upsets me mentally - but this is the first time I've ever felt physically and emotionally uncomfortable, for purely self-defensive reasons. It is very different from anything I have felt before.
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Re: pt 2
Date: 2010-10-07 05:16 pm (UTC)Re: pt 2
Date: 2010-10-08 06:14 am (UTC)Anyway, I got your package today! Thank you :) :) I won't get to eat the chocolate till I'm not so sick, but I'll look forward to it, and it's probably for the better anyway. I'm thinking of putting the sprinkles on brownies (I have like six things of brownie mix) and giving them to the students. I appreciated the note, and I will put the picture on my desk. Sorry to hear you were sick too. Sickness all around... damn mountain brought my infection back.
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Date: 2010-10-08 01:22 pm (UTC)Oh hooray! I'm relieved it got there safely. There's two photos in the picture frame, so you can switch them out if you'd like. I was just having my seasonal bad cold... your illness sounds worse, if you can't eat chocolate. Fuckin' infection man. You're gonna have to go into rehab.
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Date: 2010-10-08 01:39 pm (UTC)Oh, thanks for telling me, it'd probably have taken me ages to figure that out. Well, I think I'm having an allergic reaction to the crazy amounts of smoke in the air (from god-knows-what), but who knows, it could be a cold. It's not that bad, but paired with the infection, it makes me exhausted. I took the day off and rested, though, which helped a bit. The infection at least is going away.
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Date: 2010-10-08 01:48 pm (UTC)Yeah, probably should have said something in the note, haha. Crazy amounts of smoke in the air... sounds bad. This is the same infection you've been struggling with, though, right?
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Date: 2010-10-08 01:51 pm (UTC)Yeah, I dunno what's up. Maybe they said hell with fireworks for national day and just burned a whole landfill instead. Sorta. It's the urinary infection like I had when you were here.
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Date: 2010-10-08 02:03 pm (UTC)That made me LOL even though that would be absurdly bad if true.
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