I have to be honest about my dealings with Chinese people here in the United States. I am not a racist, but a realist. I do not appreciate the shrewd, mean-spirited behavior of some Chinese people I have interacted with here in California.
Yesterday, I was doing a delivery for a courier service that I temporarily work for (a side-hustle as I build my ventures). I went in to an Asian market to pickup Chinese food from a restaurant located in the building. The name was “Hong Kong” something. After going in and looking around at the various eateries, I did not see the restaurant. I stopped at a merchant booth for help. I asked the Asian man if that particular restaurant was located in this building. He responded, “Yes, it’s right over there,” pointing in the direction of a few eateries against the wall.
I responded, “I don’t see the name…I see Korean BBQ, ‘something else,’ ‘something else.’ Where is it?”
He again directed me to the same location, vaguely, without identifying exactly which one. I then noticed that one of the restaurant’s sign was not in English, but Chinese. I said, “I see that restaurant with Chinese language. Is that it? I don’t read Chinese.”
After figuring out that that eatery was the place I was looking for, I began to walk away toward the restaurant. He quickly responded, “That’s too bad!” His demeanor was shrill and unkind. I felt as though he wanted to grind into me some type of guilt for not knowing how to read Chinese—even though we were in the United States, my own country.
I responded, “You’re in the United States,” and proceeded to walk away. He didn’t like that. I could tell it made his blood boil.
Well, isn’t that too bad for that racist Chinese man who seems to lack awareness of where he is. He is in the United States of America, where the national official language is English. Am I supposed to know other languages to reasonably communicate and get around in my own nation? I think not!
I am an American White male—and there is nothing wrong or shameful about that. I am sick and tired of this attitude I discern from many people of other ethnicities who come here and want to shove their culture down my throat—as if I have to conform to their country’s customs, culture and language in order to not be a racist. I am SICK OF THIS. I am NOT a racist, but a person who honors the Golden Rule.
If people want to come to America that’s fine, but let them assimilate to our customs and traditions, which includes speaking our language with native citizens like me. They of course can speak their original ethnic language if they want with others on their own terms, but don’t expect that we Americans must adopt their language out of some moral obligation.
That’s like me going to Japan on perhaps a work visa or to become a citizen, which is very hard, unlike foreigners who emigrate to the U.S. If I worked in a commercial store in Japan that consisted of mostly Americans from the United States, who spoke English among themselves, it would be absurdly rude for me to expect native Japanese people who visited the store to know English and read the signs. I would help Japanese people interpret navigate their way around the store by interpreting the language and explaining what things meant for them—especially if I were speaking JAPANESE to them in their own country!
That is exactly what happened here only in the inverse. Here was an Asian man (likely Chinese), residing in the United States and speaking ENGLISH to me, a patron in the store.
In stead of showing respect for where he is (the USA), and noticing that I am a White American who is not from his nation of origin, he acts as if I am in China and complaining that people aren’t speaking English for me. This is outrageous.