This post veers into territory I've been wanting to write about for some time-- topics and questions that have felt bottled up inside me-- but have been afraid to, because writing about math is much "safer" than writing about issues of race and identity. My posting pace over the past few months, however, is probably an indication of the extent to which I'm wrestling with math vs. race and identity, and I need to start/practice confronting my fears about being ridiculed or rejected for communicating my thoughts race and identity, so here goes:
This article has been the most recent trigger. It provides representative profiles of how pre-service teachers understand their Asian-American identity in a California teacher ed program focused on preparing teachers to work in urban schools with predominantly African-American and Latino students.
My first reaction was personal; I was very much like Brook throughout high school and most of college, denying that I was different, refusing to acknowledge that others saw me as different, pretending that my Asianness mattered only about as much as my fondness for ice cream or my residence in Ohio. Teaching made me more like Sherri: aware of, but anxious about, my identity and difference, in part due to formative negative experiences like
this one. Consequently, I created a classroom culture that, while open to conversations about race and identity, replicated what I'd learned about how to be accepted (I use accepted instead of successful because what I really knew, and what I was really teaching my kids, was how to be successful by other people's definitions-- not their own):
you have to play the game, you have to play it without attracting undue attention, you have to play it better than anyone else, and you still might not get an equal shot. I'd like to say that I'm getting closer to Marissa now, which may be true at least in what I believe about what it means to be Asian-American working with primarily African-American and Latino students, and how I understand role, responsibility, and identity in this work, but I still don't always know what to do with that.
And then my thoughts turned professional. I recently heard a colleague-- who incidentally does not share my background-- reflect that she was raised not to ask questions and to be grateful when others listen to her, and so it was a huge adjustment to join an organization where we are surrounded by people who grew up expecting to be heard. Similarly, I've felt that expecting the organizations, institutions, and people around me to consider how I feel and be sensitive to my experience is such a
selfish thing to ask; I'm hugely appreciative when it happens, but it's business-as-usual when it doesn't. To me, using my voice has felt like a privilege I don't necessarily deserve-- and I observe this in action as I remain silent or apologize for my comments in meetings or situations when I actually feel confident in my opinions, or when I feel like my colleagues are doing me a favor by not interrupting me when I share an idea-- which stands in stark contrast to those around me who see using their voices as a right.
Why? My Brook-like self would have chalked this up to personality and preference; I'm an introvert, and I don't like to talk. Plus, I'm judgmental and it's easier to think someone's not very thoughtful than to try to convince them why I'm right. My Sherri-like self may have attributed this to the intersectionality of culture/family, age, and gender, since young Asian women should be seen and not heard. These days, however, I increasingly wonder about the extent to which this is a legacy of internalized racism (or, phrased more politely, an overzealousness for assimilation), learned when my parents told me to speak only English outside our house and packed me PB&J lunches (among other experiences), and reinforced over the many instances where I saw them-- and other people who looked like me-- be patronized, ridiculed, ignored, or worse (I was going to include a link to some recent incidence of anti-Asian violence, but there were too many to choose from) for being different.
Regardless of the root, I feel increasingly compelled to say something and do something: partly to actually learn how to use my voice, partly so that other people can have a different experience, partly because if I don't, I'm not giving anyone the chance to listen. And even if that comes from a place of not believing I'm worth listening to, or not trusting that others will listen, isn't that selfish and judgmental too?