In response to the events in Charlottesville and to racism here at home, I wrote this blog entry the other day, and I stand by it.
Hate does not live on many sides; it lives only on the side of evil. And if we don’t stand up against it; if we don’t condemn it vocally and visibly, then we are no better than they are. Continue reading “Pure humans”
I am the white, able-bodied, heterosexual, cis mother of two children – a boy and a girl – whose ethnic heritage is Chinese, English, Filipino, and German.
I am appalled, disgusted, opposed to, and I unequivocally condemn not only what we’ve seen in Charlottesville these last few days, but also the behaviour and social media activity of one of our local regional councillors, and all racism. Continue reading “Hate does not live on “many sides””
For those of you who wanted to but were not able to attend, here’s what I said at today’s rally in Port Colborne:
I was 18 years old when I met James, the man who would become the father of my children.
When he asked me if his being Chinese was going to be a problem for me, I couldn’t fathom what he meant. Why in the world would it be a problem for me? Continue reading “Anti-racism rally in Port Colborne”
Also written February 1, 2012, another glimpse of how racism impacts our family:
“Mommy, no one has yellow hair.”
“Hmm…you’re right, M. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone with yellow hair.”
“No, that’s silly.” Continue reading “We’re just colouring…or are we?”
Written February 1, 2012, after I was essentially told that I and my children should get used to racism:
I will NOT get used to this “reality.” Continue reading ““Get used to reality”…?”
This, written September 12, 2013, on the blog I had prior to this one, is another example:
We’re celebrating M’s birthday today, because I’m at Tough Mudder for her actual birthday.
When I went to pick up her cake, this conversation actually happened: Continue reading “It’s just a birthday cake”
Written on March 4, 2012, on a blog I had prior to this one, this will give you a little taste of what our experiences have been as an interracial family:
Today was M’s turn to go to Prompt Care. We had an unsettling incident with her last night that almost had me rush her to Emerg, but she came out of it well enough to convince me that we could wait the night. Continue reading “A simple visit to prompt care?”
Several days ago, a hate crime was committed in Port Colborne, Ontario. Someone, or likely more than one person, broke into a family home, destroyed much of the house, and spray painted an anti-black racist slur across the walls of the bedroom of a 16-year-old girl and her younger sister.
Why? Continue reading “Racism lives here”
This morning, I woke up feeling sick to my stomach. I didn’t eat; couldn’t fathom eating anything until quite late in the day. I was certain that if I tried to eat something, I would absolutely vomit. I have been walking around all day stunned and mostly silent after last night’s American election.
Yes, I’m a Canadian. Yes, that means I didn’t vote in this election. Yes, that means many Americans think I should mind my own business. Continue reading “Dear Americans”
Just days before the United States potentially makes the worst decision in modern history, I am compelled to write about the hatred that exists in my own community.
Last week, a local man was seen (not for the first time) standing in a very public location (this time, at a university) holding this sign. Continue reading “No place for hate”