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When I came down with the flu, he accompanied me to my therapy at the clinic and read to me from with me -- one of the weepiest chick flicks ever made -- and actually shed a few tears when it ended.
He was more of a gentleman toward me than any other man I had ever known.
Hong Kong being such global place, filled with so many expats married or in a relationship with individuals of Asian descent, my husband and I “fit in” again. Just the other day, I was waiting for my husband while he got his hair cut.
The whites, the Jews, the Chinese — nobody will ever accept them.” “WHAT. From our dear family friend and her “concern” over my husband’s and my nonexistent children, to the couple at Denny’s who loudly talked about how “upsetting” and “shameful” we were, ugly commentary about my interracial marriage usually fell into three major categories. But when people did cast judgement, there was no mistaking it, no lack of subtlety. On my husband’s side, as a Ph D student researching Japanese culture, some of his peers would lay eyes on me and, without even bothering to find out if I was Chinese, Japanese, Korean, etc., would roll their eyes and say, “Of COURSE you have a Japanese wife.” The idea that my husband MUST be so obsessed with all things Japanese that he had to “get him one of them Japanese girls” came up more often than I ever expected.As I sat reading my book, my ears perked up when I heard two of the stylists standing nearby talking about “that girl who came in with the white guy” and “she spoke English, she’s an ABC [American Born Chinese]”.I was the only person sitting in the waiting area at the time. But was the situation something worth losing my cool over? In the grand scheme of interracial marriage judgements, this was amateur hour.Even when I was able to get through to people that I AM CHINESE AMERICAN, it didn’t seem to matter.The fact that I was Asian and married to a white man was just an indication of the lack of “ethnic and cultural pride” in “today’s youth.” I was just excited to still be considered a “youth.” Now that we’re in Hong Kong, the notice of our interracial marriage is again mostly unremarkable.