My friend
Kevin sent me a link to a site that had Vietnamese rap. If you're interested you can go
HERE and click on videos. It's the left one called "You Got Beef." The music video portrayed young Vietnamese gangsters proudly exclaiming Vietnamese people are infamously known as killers and drug dealers. Woot! Awesome! Killers and drug dealers. I'm so darn proud of that. I hope my kids grow up to be killers and drug dealers. They all had typical triad orange hair, a slight FOB accent, and Hondas. I started making fun of the video and the people in it when my friend said to me, "Joe, these are you're own people. You shouldn't say that." I don't know what it is about me that causes me to dislike my own kind so much.
I often rationalized to myself that I don't hate my own kind. I love my sister and she's Vietnamese. My best friend is also. And it's not like I dislike all vietnamese people, just 98% or so. I dislike a certain type of personality that somehow often shows up as the Vietnamese race. I don't like how they are so stingy (but maybe it's because in Vietnam, money is so hard to come by). I don't like how they are so sneaky (but maybe you had to lie and cheat to survive). I don't like how they are so unfashionable (I would assume fashion is the least of their worries in Vietnam). I don't like how they are so cliquey (maybe they feel more comfortable with someone who speaks their language or has a common culture). Are people products of their environment then? But for the most part, diversity exists everywhere, including between people in the same enivronment.
I'm getting better now though. I even find some Vietnamese people attractive (don't get me started on how Vietnamese people are so ugly). But I think it will take a lot of chance meetings with a lot of cool Vietnamese people before I change my mind.
