"Our ultimate objective in learning about anything is to try to create and develop a more just society."
Yuri Kochiyama
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Anti-AAPI (Asian American and Pacific Islander) hostility and violence have been on the rise in America. As divisive racial rhetoric and actions grow in our country, the real-life impact of those words manifests as outright acts of violence and harm against the AAPI community. COVID-19, a virus that knows no boundaries like race, culture, economic status, or country, was spitefully renamed the “China Virus” and the “Kung Flu”—all because of the origin of the first cases. Much like the aftermath of the George Floyd murder, layers and layers of hateful vitriol have emerged in our communities and GOSW, in partnership with our friends at the Meyer Memorial Trust, decided that it was time to speak up…and speak out…about this important issue. As we continue building our equity practices, it is in these moments that we must open our minds in order to better understand issues that impact the communities that we serve, and today, we stand in solidarity with and in support of our friends and colleagues in the AAPI community by sharing their stories.
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AAPI LEADERS SPEAK OUT ABOUT ANTI-ASIAN VIOLENCE
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Like too many in America, despite being born here, I have often felt like the Other.
Though I grew up in a racially diverse town, I was brown in a world that only seemed to recognize Black and white. I learned the carols for Christmas, then the dreidel song for Hanukkah, and as time went on the seven days of Kwanzaa. But I never expected that anyone would know of Durga Puja or Saraswati Puja. Bilingualism meant that you could speak Spanish, but definitely not Bengali. Every day, I labored to build a bridge to connect to others’ worlds, but few were interested in traversing that bridge to see my world.
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Representative Khanh Pham
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When I was a young child, growing up in the safe suburbs of Oklahoma and Southern California, I was perplexed at how my parents seemed to see dangers everywhere.
It wasn’t until I was much older that I learned about their own childhoods, growing up amidst the turbulence of war in Vietnam, and how those early experiences shaped their orientation to the world around them.
So many refugees and immigrants share this experience and trauma of having lived through violence and war before they come to the US, so it particularly pains me to see the rise of physical and verbal attacks on Asian-Americans (and vulnerable elders) in this past year, fomented and enflamed by the anti-Asian rhetoric spouted by the highest leaders in the country.
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On March 21, 1910 -- more than a century ago -- a mob of two hundred white residents of St Johns, then an independent town just north of Portland, attacked a small community of Indian immigrants who had arrived at the tail end of the nineteenth century to work at the local lumber mills.
The Indian workers were beaten, one was thrown out of a second story window, and eventually all were forcibly put on trains and sent south to Portland. The next day, the St. Johns Review decried the violence, but described “the Hindus” (most were Sikhs, not Hindus) as “an undesirable class of citizens by reason of their grotesque appearance and filthy conditions.”
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Commissioner Susheela Jayapal
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Commissioner Lori Stegmann
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As a woman, I am constantly reminded of what it is like to feel unsafe. I often plan to do my errands during daylight hours, am mindful of the lighting in parking lots, and never put myself in a position where I could be surprised.
To a degree, there are factors that I can control, or at the very least prepare for and come to expect. What I can’t control are my almond shaped eyes, my dark skin and black hair.
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Imagine the courage it takes to deliberately get yourself arrested in order to protest an unfair law.
On March 28, 1942, Minoru Yasui, purposefully broke the curfew established by President Franklin D. Roosevelt under Executive Order 9066, that restricted dusk to dawn movement of Nationals from Germany, Italy and Japan, as well as all Americans of Japanese descent. This order was FDR’s response to Japan’s bombing of Pearl Harbor, precipitating the United States entry into World War II against Japan, and their German and Italian allies.
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A few weeks ago, I called my mom, as I often do, on my way to the Japanese market to ask what she wanted me to pick up for her.
The market has been a vital source of connection to our culture and community, often the only place we can find the foods that are essential and important to us. But being in a high-risk group for COVID-19, my mom has not been able to go there since the beginning of the pandemic, making the trips I make there more important than ever. Fresh mochi can be balm for the spirit when you’re stuck at home.
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In 2020, the local government I work for adopted anti-racism and equity as core values alongside; transparency, communication, collaboration and fiscal responsibility. This was, in part, in response to the pandemics of racism and COVID-19.
We have heard similar words before, including the 14th amendment, Civil Rights Act, and Voting Rights Act. Yet none would say that simply declaring it has ever made it true. Due to the country’s long history of white backlash in response to racial progress, it is easy—but simplistic and damaging—to reduce our experiences to only a “white” and “non-white” dynamic.
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White nationalism and anti-Asian hate have been a part of America since the Chinese immigrants arrived in the 1800s. It is nothing new.
The pandemic exacerbated hate against Asians and Pacific Islanders (API). We know from history that in times of crisis, people project blame onto a group or race. In the case of this pandemic, people think that all Chinese are to blame. This, of course, is founded in ignorance. Back in January 2020, we started to see things happen here in Portland, perhaps even earlier. People accused those of Chinese descent of bringing the virus to Oregon.
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I remember, back when I worked in a newsroom, standing in the office kitchen making tea one morning, and a man I had never seen before approached me and thanked me for the coffee I had apparently shared with him.
Confused, I walked back to my desk, opened my computer and sent a message to a colleague, another Asian American woman: “Did you make some guy coffee this morning?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Why?”
“He just thanked me for it,” I replied, rolling my eyes.
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My parents opened some of the first Chinese restaurants in Upper Michigan, and I was one of those kids from an immigrant family that was often in the back eating snacks and doing homework.
One dish called the Triple Delight with stir fried vegetables, shrimp, chicken, and beef in a brown sauce was the star of the show. If things got really busy, I may have been asked to bus some tables or shovel snow from the sidewalk. In the before times, if you drove down SE 82nd Ave in Portland or visited any number of Chinese restaurants across the state, you may have observed this exact same scene playing out. These businesses are family affairs, and everyone pitched in.
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Anti-Asian hatred, violence and discrimination from the neighborhood to the workplace has been deeply sown into the soil and roots of this nation.
The threat of harm and worrying about potential harm has always loomed over my experience as an Asian American since I came here from India at 4 years old. My mother worked as a nurse in New York City and brought my grandmother and me from India to be reunited with the family. My grandmother and I did not speak a word of English but very quickly learned that some in this country did not welcome our arrival.
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The American chapter of my family began a quarter century ago.
My mother would raise two kids in America and work as a successful career software engineer -- eleven years of that career at Intel. My parents credit the massacres at Tiananmen Square as the moment they decided to leave mainland China.
Although I appreciated my parents’ boldness in coming to the U.S., I didn’t always want this skin I was born into. Being told that your home smells funny, that your eyes are too small and slanty, that your English is pretty good for a chink, that your family should “go back to where they came from, that you’re too different to be equal – those things hurt.
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As I reflect on the recent increase in violence against Asian Americans, I am confronted with my own journey of belonging in the United States.
As a first generation Indian American, I routinely navigate a complicated terrain of interpersonal questions and assumptions about identity, family, community, and a vision of ‘the American Dream.’ The sacrifices made by my own family and community to achieve this vision are painful to recount and important to name.
I recall summers when my friends went off to summer camp in Vermont or to visit their cousins in Maine, while I boarded a 24-hour flight to India for three months. My summers were filled with Indian comforts – bhel puri (Indian street food) and a fresh glass of nimbu pani (lemonade), cooling off from monsoon summers. For as long as I can remember, I have oscillated between my identities – am I Indian or am I American? As if these inherent parts of me cannot mutually exist.
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Resources to Document and Address Hate
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Asian Americans Advancing Justice created this site in January 2017 to capture information about the increase in hate observed in the lead-up to the 2016 election. This website documents hate crimes, harassment, and discrimination experienced by our community.
The site goes on to say "When people submit reports, they are aiding our efforts to monitor and push back against hate. By sharing what you experienced or witnessed, you can educate the public, empower others, show service providers where help is needed, and strengthen advocacy efforts for hate crimes response and prevention.”
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It’s Time for Philanthropy to Address Its Erasure of AAPI Voices and Perspectives
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This past week, many Asian Americans and Pacific Islanders welcomed the Lunar New Year under the dark shadow of spiking horrific violence targeting Asian elders, particularly in the Bay Area and in New York City. During the biggest holiday season for many AAPI cultures — one that emphasizes family ties — the mood is particularly grim given that the victims who have been killed or seriously injured are beloved grandparents, parents, and elders in the community.
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Attacks against Asian Americans are on the rise. Here's what you can do
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"We're just tired," Will Lex Ham of New York City tells CNN. "We're tired of being scapegoated."
Ham's sentiments echo the fatigue, frustration and collective trauma experienced by Asian Americans and Pacific Islanders (AAPI) due to recent racist attacks on their communities.
For many in the AAPI community, just leaving home requires a new routine and a mental shift that prioritizes survival. It's coupled with a subtle fear, wondering if they or a loved one will become the next victim.
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Immigrants and Refugees: The Path to Justice
presented by Minoru Yasui Legacy Project
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Saturday, March 27th, 1:00 - 3:00 pm PDT
This is a free event, but requires registration
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Biden White House issues: Memorandum Condemning and Combating Racism, Xenophobia, and Intolerance Against Asian Americans and Pacific Islanders in the United States
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Advancing inclusion and belonging for people of all races, national origins, and ethnicities is critical to guaranteeing the safety and security of the American people. During the coronavirus disease 2019 (COVID-19) pandemic, inflammatory and xenophobic rhetoric has put Asian American and Pacific Islander (AAPI) persons, families, communities, and businesses at risk.
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