The fetishization and commoditization of Hapas continues. The Smithsonian APA is asking people to submit their “Hapa” stories. And then hashtag it with #My Hapa Story, in 250 words or less. Here goes.
Like most Hapas, I was born to a white father. But this wasn’t just any white father, he was an extremely paleoconservative, vitriolic racist who believed Asian women were God’s gift to white men. My mother had a strong passion for tall blue eyed white guys, and they got together, eventually giving birth to my brother and me. When I was born, my mother required a C-section (as a huge percentage of these couplings require them), which led to her being infected with Hepatitis during a blood transfusion. Over the remainder of her life, she realized that her fetishization of whiteness amounted to her having married a Neo-Nazi husband who had been filling her sons’ heads with white supremacism; compared to her sisters, who had married Chinese, and were all millionaires, she felt regretful. She consistently reminded us that we were better to be half-white, and Tiger Mommed us on top of that. I started associating looking Asian with not being desired (since my father was white) and spent 25 years attempting to hide my heritage so that I could be accepted in the same way that I saw my mother and women in my family disparaging and avoiding Asian males. She eventually died.
I then started to wonder why exactly the MAJORITY OF ASIAN WOMEN prefer white men. I then began to severely doubt that these relationships were based on love. After that I started writing this blog and pushing the moderators of reddit.com/r/hapas to be more active.
250 words, just like they asked.