Asian American

Indeed, the American community from the 1920s to the 1920s was completely different from successors, not only for cultural and economic reasons but also with the emergence of world events and technologies. Americans in the early 1900s were intimate generations with community awareness, morality, duty. They have a series of "submerged" ideals and values, and their life is greatly influenced by the rise of technology. The life in America in the early 1900s was a difficult and difficult time, experiencing the era of Great Depression, World War I and the Industrial Revolution.

"Asian American" is a meaningless term. No one has grown up to talk about Asian Americans, no one is sitting in Asian cuisine with Asian American parents, and no one goes to pilgrimage to an Asian American country. Michael Deng and his brothers came from a Chinese family and grew up in Queens, but they have no similarities with me - they were born in South Korea and grew up in Boston and North Carolina. We share stereotypes - mainly tiger's mother, music lessons, and a journey of immature success - it is defined. My Korean growth experience has been found to have more in common with American and American Japanese than Jewish and West African immigrant children. The wall, the other is likely to stand next to him

The problem starts with Asian American culture and the cruel internal competitiveness that exists there. Many first generation Asian-American families adopted a strong immigration spirit through direct comparison and competition to promote their American dream, not through intensive cooperation. On the one hand it enhances the focus on our personal achievement - receiving high level education and entering a career. On the other hand, it leaves us little space for creativity, innovation and quest. We dedicate most of our life to our own achievements and competition. We can not make new ones with our own courage and persistence - and strengthen our community.

Prior to some posts, I wrote a letter to high school Asian and Asian American students and encouraged them to "find their idols and celebrate them". When Asian Americans provide compassionate comments about our experiences, it is difficult to create pride and to understand our own position in this society. When I grew up, I remember teaching two Asian Americans: David Henry Hwang's M. Butterfly (1988) and Maxine Hong Kingston's The Woman Warrior (1976). It is as important as these works that they disappeared for decades from current Asian American students. In those days, the needs and expectations of the new generation people came from their companions, society, and the state.