Sunday, September 9, 2018

A view into the (Chinese-American) community.

The (Chinese-American) community in my district is super interesting.

Since the city's been a center of ongoing immigration for like ever, anyone 60s on down can either be an immigrant or a born-here English-speaker, and anyone young can be an immigrant or a born-here English speaker, too.

And, with people in middle age, there's also some who are upper class and clearly recent immigrants, but their English is great, so the level of communication that's possible is very different from other (Chinese) immigrants that you meet.

They're also all split over all different parts of the neighborhood, with at least the people who are recent immigrants being closer to the historic Chinatown, but I'm still figuring all of that out, if certain waves settled on certain blocks or at least roughly did, anyhow.

Anyhow, for kids who are born and grew up here, they're a lot like any early 20s people, oftentimes.

One (young) (Chinese-American) guy answered the door in a muscle shirt, and it turns out that he was a recent college grad with loans and was working as a personal trainer way out in the suburbs, and he was all about taxing the rich.

Too, one (young) (Chinese-American) woman was an election judge, it turns out, but as a constituent, her main concern was about how to overcome the country's racially divisive atmosphere, locally.

(Millennials are all about diversity and inclusion, it goes to show you!)

Another (young) (Chinese-American) guy was in college but home for the summer, and we talked extensively.

He was born and grew up in the neighborhood, and he gushed about this one after-school program back in middle school that gathered (Asian) kids together from all over the city for photography classes and how great it was, and also how back in the day these (evangelical) people from down the block invited him and others to go play kickball at their church's gym and they did that forever, growing up, a big group of (Chinese) kids.

At some point I also mentioned the (older) (Chinese) women who meet at the tennis court in this one park in our neighborhood on nice evenings, a big group of them who wear matching shirts and do slow synchronized dancing to music.

"Yeah," he was like, rolling his eyes.  "That's my mom."

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