Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Daaaaaamn UWEC: Back at it again with the erasure of racism!

“UWEC is RACIST”: a story of saving face

*this is the ending piece for a 2 part series*

After my post, “‘Dicks out for Harambe’ is free speech, ‘UWEC is RACIST’ is not: a story of saving face,” I’ve received a lot of questions, a lot of backlash, a lot of conversations, and a lot of information. Rather than go into detail about my beautiful post, which can be accessed at http://theburdenofactivism.blogspot.com/2016/09/dicks-out-for-harambe-is-free-speech.html, I want to address some things that have been mentioned.

[Addition: I am assuming that the chancellor and the administrstion of UWEC is supporting me in my blog post. He is always talking about having the difficult conversations; this is a difficult conversation.

I'm not doing anything violent. I'm not impeding on anyone's safety.



On some level, the reason why I'm talking about this is because I fucking care about this campus and I'm trying to make it a better place.]

As I write this, I still do not know nor can I confirm when the ‘Free Speech’ event was supposed to end/be taken down. So while my previous article may highlight that it was taken down BECAUSE OF the ‘UWEC IS RACIST’ sign, I cannot confirm it. BUT regardless of that, what I can confirm is the inability for the university to take responsibility for addressing what was written on the Free Speech billboards and their response to the event.

Because the university knew that it would receive backlash because of it, they sent out a public statement on their University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire page, saying that the event was over and the boards were to be taken down, and it had nothing to do with what was written on it. I will quote to refrain from bias.

“The large ‘Free Speech’ signs that were on the campus mall on Friday and over the weekend were placed there by a student organization. The signs were scheduled to be removed after Friday’s events on the mall. The signs were taken away as they were scheduled to be removed, and the messages on the signs had no bearing on their removal.”

Okay cool

BUT WAIT

WHAT WAS WRITTEN ON IT? But most importantly, WHY didn’t UWEC address what was written on the board and therefore have a conversation about institutional racism in higher education? (*Hint, UWEC, it’s not too late for this). And that is what makes it so suspicious. While intended or not, the university (by addressing the board but covering their ass in the same statement by not saying what was written on the board) failed to educate its students that universities and higher education institutions have thrived off of white supremacy and colonization (and continue to). The university had a learning opportunity and did not take it. Instead, it feels like erasure and silencing of the voices who have been fighting for the university to take accountability. 

It feels like they're trying to erase the conversation about race, actually. Because they knew what was said on the sign, they therefore reacted by posting a status saying that it had nothing to do with what was written...therefore perpetuating the racism of institutional erasure.....therefore proving the sign true? #GASP 

So here’s my education for the university; I give the university full permission to use what is in quotes to educate the institution.


While the writing of “UWEC IS RACIST” on the Free Speech signs had no play in their removal, we understand that racism is something that is prevalent and an everyday occurrance in the lives of students on this campus. In doing so, we must also understand that, like all universities across the nation, students on this campus are still subject to the past of white supremacy and discrimination on a daily basis for their identities, whether it be race, sex, gender, sexual orientation, place of origin, or a combination of all and more marginalized identities.

We may be the first university across the entire nation to admit that we uphold institutional oppression. In this learning process, we have learned that we must also work to minimize it by listening to the voices and the concerns of the students. We have very far to go, but we are dedicating time and resources to the means to make this place a safer environment for those of marginalized identities.

There have been countless students who have come and gone over the years through this university and their lessons are very real and they have been echoed by the knowledge that they pass down to their counterparts. Thank you for going beyond just being a student, because we know that it is not your job to teach us—the administration and faculty—how to validate the experiences of those of marginalized identities, whether students or faculty on this campus. We want to extend a thank you because without you, we would not be here. We have exploited your generosity of sharing your experience for the education of your counterparts, at the expense of your dignity.

As a university, let us establish a university-wide understanding of what racism is: a system of advantage based on race that privileges white people and oppresses people of colour in upholding white supremacy. White supremacy is a societally conditioned consciousness wherein white identity/whiteness is normalized and superior to the identities of people of colour (this can be seen in the ways that we teach history, or how we “study” and “research” different groups). Any type of ism encompasses power and privilege.

For example, a white person in the United States can be subject to prejudice, but not racism, because a white people have historically had systematic and institutional power. (Granted, there are other facets of one’s identity that can oppress a white person; such as: identifying as LGBTQ, a woman, or being of lower socioeconomic status…etc, in which case it would be heterosexism, sexism, or classism, but NOT racism.)

Privilege is the lack of disadvantages that marginalized identities faced; privilege is not about what you are GIVEN, but it is what you do not have to worry about in your daily life that a person of colour may consciously or subconsciously have to do: whether or not they will be watched as they are in a store, or called on in class to speak about their cultural experience as an “ethnic” person, have their racial group be generalized in a speech in front of the class for a project, or fear that walking down the street as a woman of colour will make them more subject to being sexually assaulted.
Explicit racism is the racism we think of when we talk about the civil rights era and are blatant acts of discrimination against people of colour; implicit racism is unconscious biases or judgments against people of colour; they may be automatic reactions to a certain group that may not be intended as racist, but is still a result of the histories of racism. There are many types of racism that uphold white supremacy, whether microaggressions, interpersonal, explicit/implicit. But one of the most damaging facets of racism that universities must be accountable for is institutional racism. Institutions uphold white supremacy in their institutions when the policies and the behaviors of law, education, mass media privilege white people over people of color in that the result is the inequitable distribution of resources, services and opportunities across race. (If you are so inclined to talk about ‘Affirmative Action as unequal opportunities, please refer to this article: http://professorshih.blogspot.com/2015/02/six-myths-about-affirmative-action.html)

The repercussions of racism is that it has permeated our lives not just socially, but mentally, physically and emotionally. Internalization of racism is the result of institutional racism; it is where people of color believe and accept the dominant stereotypes about their group and see it as normal and therefore compels people of colour to support white supremacy and racism in its ideologies, laws, and practices. This may come in the form of self-hate or shame for oneself and/or one’s ethnic group; these beliefs may come in explicit or implicit ways. For example: refusing to associate with one’s ethnic group to refrain from being stereotyped, accepting standards of  “normal” in equating it to white people’s standards; feeling the need to comfort white people by not talking about racism.
Frustration and anger are valid responses when talking about the experiences of injustices that have occurred. Because it is very clear that we do not know how to properly rid of these oppressing ideologies that we have been conditioned to think, act, and feel. The history of oppression is not a new phenomenon and it has impacted generations of families and students and the history that they know and have lived through. Anger is valid.

Being defensive is a mechanism we use to protect ourselves from having to think about how our society has conditioned us to think.  Society is far from perfect, as are we. The first step to progress is acknowledging what privileges come with our identities in society in that they do not grant us permission to speak for the experiences of others, nor define what someone is experiencing in this society.

Our first step is to hire and train ALL faculty, staff, and administration who are well-versed in the validation of all student identities while doing justice to those of marginalized identities and voices who have gone unheard; hiring faculty, staff, and administration who will not put students on the spot to speak on behalf of their entire marginalized identity (because we know there is no pattern of professors who ask “What is it like to be a white male? Tell me about your culture and your customs and your traditions.”), nor will we condone the behavior of studying racial groups and presenting on them to the class for a grade. We must understand that the researching, studying, and then presenting on racial groups for a class does more damage in reinforcing stereotypes about a group than it does facilitate understanding and respect.

We want our university in its entirety (of students, of faculty, of staff, and administration) to understand that remnants of past oppressions still exist and that we are not only actively working to dismantle them, but acknowledging our roles in that there are actions, rules, policies, words, that still uphold these workings of oppression and that we are cracking down and holding ourselves accountable to what upholds these discriminatory and oppressive actions and behaviors.

We owe it to our students to be accountable for the education they receive.

We owe it to the students who have held us accountable to do justice by their experiences.”

Long story short and/or reiteration:
  • -          Racism still exists. Sexism still exists. Colonization still exists. Remnants of our past still fucking exists in what we do today.
  • -          Any type of –ism needs to have an understanding of power +privilege.
  • -          UWEC exploits its students of colour and marginalized identities to do the “teaching” for the rest of the students, staff, faculty, and administration on this campus.
  • -          UWEC is racist because through its response post in regards to the taking down of the Free Speech signs, they were, in fact, covering up the exposure of racism on this campus and shutting down any conversation that could have been had with the signs.
  • -          UWEC is racist because it is like the rest of educational institutions. UWEC upholds white supremacist patriarchy, elitism and colonization. I am here to critique the institution and the people who uphold these ideologies and hold them accountable to what is not being taught in the classrooms in accordance to the R1 + R3 outcomes in every single class syllabus I’ve ever seen. DESPITE UWEC BEING PART OF A BIGGER INSTITUTIONALLY OPPRESSING EDUCATION SYSTEM, UWEC does not have to be a product of society; UWEC can be an example for the nation to follow.
  • -          Administration is ill equipped in that they don’t know how to respond to those cases in which students start speaking up for themselves. Silencing the way that students tell their experiences on this campus is a way of erasing student voices. (Hint: Amplify the voices and students will probably have more faith in that the university actually wants to hear what we’re saying)
  • -          I acknowledge that the shit that I face on this fucking campus is not a universal experience that all students of marginalized identities face (I want to bring to light the importance and the absolute NECESSITY for acknowledging of intersecting identities). BUT ALSO UNDERSTAND THAT the shit that I have faced may not be not unique for a woman on this campus. For a person of colour on this campus. For someone who identifies as queer.
  • -          Those who are asking for evidence for racism on this campus: look at the Campus Climate Survey if “evidence” is what you want. But what this survey fails to recognize is the experiences of students of colour on this campus. It is a quantitative survey; not a qualitative survey. The experiences that students have faced when it comes to explicit or implicit –isms on this campus is fucked up, they can be macro or micro scale, and the quantification of the experiences on this campus over just the course of my 4 years here….I could write a book about it.
  • -          I mention internalized racism because it is something that I am constantly working to rid of. The hardest, most heartbreaking conversations I have had with people are those who have internalized white supremacy and racism in that they regurgitate what white supremacy has taught them. Wherein they ask “but Asian lives matter….ALL lives matter!” “I’m not like THOSE people of colour” I must constantly remind myself that it is not their words that they are speaking and that they are not to blame. No one is to blame for upholding white supremacy; but it is our responsibility to dismantle it;  it is NECESSARY that we work on OURSELVES in activism as well. I am still working on decolonizing my internalization of racism, of misogyny, of homophobia, of transphobia, of classism… For me, the most difficult thing I am trying to decolonize is raising my voice; I internalized raising my voice for the longest time because I was conscious of the fact that it made the people around me (white people) uncomfortable. I am learning not to tailor my words to the comfort of the people around me.
  • -          Anger is seen as uncivilized and unprofessional. I’m here to say fuck that shit. To tell someone’s experiences is a painful fucking experience, filled with institutional and systematic stripping of one’s identity. It is filled with internalization, decolonizing oneself, and so much fucking pain. So if I want to be angry, you’re more than likely…..not stopping me.
  • -          I’m probably going to get shit for this post.  Anyone who has anything to say about these sensitive topics (people’s experiences? GASP) have been, and can be punished in this day and age for calling out institutional failures. It is dangerous because people have such strong views about what they deem as racism and sexism. People have been killed for having the views that I have.
  • -          My blog post on sexual harassment and sexual assault did not get as many views as the one about the racism on this university did. The intersectionality of my identity as a WOMAN of COLOUR is difficult to address in this one article. But that’s something to think about; the prioritization of ‘hot topics’ when we saw this summer the injustices and the fucked-upness of our justice system for rapists.  I am disheartened at the attention that this post received calling out the university, rather than the response and the attention that my sexual harassment case received. This case is still open and it has been months.
  • -          Your experiences are not mine and they will never be. My experiences are not yours. Though they may be similar or starkly different, they are not without influence of oppression that still exist in this world. My words, my posts, and my explanations are not simply “her fucking opinion” because they are my lived fucking experiences. Validate. Validate. Validate.
  • -          no, I will not stop swearing and adhere to white professionalism; here’s your fucking academic paper. 
  • -          and for fucks sake, let’s get this clear: reverse racism (or any type of ism) does not fucking exist.

And as for the sign, I have a few things to add:

-         Thank you, to those who put up the series of bed sheets from last semester.





-         And thank you, to whoever did this. 

-   Thank you to all of the fucking activists on this campus who hold themselves accountable, who work tireless fucking hours ON TOP OF being a student.

-   Thank you to the people who have made me into the person I am today.

-   Thank you, to anyone who is responsible in any way, shape, or form, for the type of activism that I have seen on this campus, whether it be support, suggestions, accountability of actions, art, or words.


-   We are the medium that is/was/will be necessary to hold the university accountable. 

Monday, September 19, 2016

"Dicks out for Harambe" is free speech, "UWEC is RACIST" is not: a story of saving face.

**Edit: I have not and cannot confirm when the sign was scheduled to be taken down. I am moving past this post and working on the second part to this series and focusing on the university's response to the 'UWEC IS RACIST' post.....STILL a story of saving face.**

*this blogpost is a two part series* the second part, posted 9/21/16, can be viewed here

For the last week at UWEC, I’ve been watching these wooden billboards in front of Centennial titled ‘Free Speech’ get written on with bullshit like “Dicks out for Harambe” to include some other sexist and racist shit like support for Trump.

I let this shit slide. I didn’t pay too much attention to it because for my own fucking safety and sanity, I would rather not like to know how fucked up this campus already is. I let all of this slide because I know this university.

This morning I woke up and came to campus, and saw “UWEC is Racist” written on both of the billboards that were sitting in campus mall. I took a picture of it.



An hour later, it was taken down.

Dear UWEC, why is it that ‘Dicks out for Harambe’ is free speech, and ‘UWEC is RACIST’ is not? As if people of marginalized identities, people of colour, of the LGBTQ community, and/or women being targeted is okay on this campus, but not when you are being critiqued?  What are you so scared of? Saving face? That this campus isn't as safe or diverse or accepting as you all advertise it to be? 

Why are you so fucking quick to save face, but so slow for racial progress on this campus?

(Y’all responded faster to this fucking sign than you did to my sexual assault case.)

Give me some fucking answers; this sounds ilke some shady bullshit. You are not getting away with this stunt to preach “free speech” and then silence student voices who speak the truth against you.

Chancellor Schmidt, last week at the OMA welcome back picnic, you said that you were going to do better for your students. Honestly, your fake sincerety did not fool me. It may have fooled others. Your white het male tears don’t do shit for blood shed in the world today.

If you were really sincere about the shit you said, you would’ve kept that sign up. You would’ve kept these bedsheets that have been coming up last semester and letting people see that people are actively holding you and the university you represent, accountable.

Or is that not what you want?

Students are holding you accountable. And you are erasing their voices. Make UWEC an example for the world to follow, not just a “product” of the society we live in. Those types of blind statements take the responsibility off your shoulders and allow you to sleep at night.

Give us answers. Better yet; give us actions. Give us institutional change. 


*Note: If I hear anyone in your administration ask “what do you want us to do?” then you should start paying your students instead of your administration. If you are incompetent to understand and or validate and understand the demands of students, then you should rethink the system that you are getting yourself involved in; it doesn’t just consist white het males anymore.*






Thursday, August 25, 2016

It's my senior year and I wouldn't be surprised if this is the year I die.

TW: Victim blaming
**also I apologize this is super disorganized....as you can tell I'm pretty pissed off. (:

[ Welcome to UWEC! You’re really important to us, but only your money (and if you’re a person of colour, then we want your face!) You won’t be protected here, but you can feel free to meet with our administration about anything, because we’ll be sure to victim blame you about anything that happens on this campus because THAT’S NOT OUR PROBLEM! You’re in charge of your own safety! While you're at it (being intellectual human beings and learning from our colonized education system!), grow thicker skin because your opinion really does matter to us, but only if it’s our opinion! ]

UWEC: You cannot afford to not be intersectional.

I admit, I focus a lot of my activism on race. I focus a lot on it because it’s the topic that will get identified POC males talking and paying attention because it effects them directly.

I have not begun to talk about the activisms of sex, gender, sexuality, until recently and to be honest, I’m quite ashamed of it. I have identified myself numerous times as a Hmong woman, but that woman part of me has never quite entered my own activism until recently.

Intersectionality is what activists must work on constantly. And it is not easy. It is so fucking difficult sometimes that I feel like I’d be better off if I just brush it off and just think about one thing. Race. Sex. Socioeconomic status.

But that is an injustice to everything and everyone I stand for. By not amplifying the voices of those of marginalized identities that I myself do not identify with, I am therefore part of the problem. I become the oppressor.

And speaking of oppressors, I bring this back to something I am not looking forward to. School. In particular this blog post is to hold accountable UWEC for its future actions.

Primary Trigger Warning: remnants and repercussions of of sexual harassment, mentions of sexual assault and rape.
Secondary Trigger Warning: getting your feelings hurt because a bi woman of colour calls you out on it is not oppression. srry yt boiz

I am terrified to go back to school this semester, based upon how this past semester played out. The violence that incurred in classrooms and on campus areas was something that traumatized me. It was the blatant white supremacy and misogyny this past semester. It was the lack of support from those I had called allies. It was the violence that the faculty and staff in administration showed in their lack of cooperation, in their invalidation, and the trauma of students that they fed/continue to feed on.

The UW-System is not built for students of marginalized identities. They speak of diversity as if it is easy, as if it is a face value. UWEC sweats diversity everytime it fucking breathes, like they are the holders of the right to it.

The trauma and the hostile environment that education systems create are epidemic.

I am fucking terrified this next semester to go back to school. It is no longer a question of ‘if’ some fucked up shit happens (and administration does nothing about it other than brushing it under the rug) but when it happens, and to whom.

This past semester, I was almost sexually assaulted outside of my dorm. I do not want to go into details because such an occurrence left me unable to be alone on campus until I moved out. I explicitly stated in my report to the Bias Incident Report Team (BIRT—an innefective team that sits and plays politics while students are actually out there doing shit). “I want this fucking campus to address that victim blaming is not fucking okay, and that demeaning women by giving them ‘compliments’ is not fucking okay and being drunk is not an excuse for this type of behavior. I would like to see this incident publicized as well in some way, shape or form, but that the public statement goes through me first to ensure accuracy.”

I received the draft a week later. But it was not from the appropriate means of obtaining the draft. It makes me think that it was never intended for me in the first place. I edited it and sent it back to my contact, who then sent it to through the channels. UWEC has a knack of not including students into conversations that involve students. It’s almost like they lack transparency and are trying to hide something. The original version, my edit, and the final version is below.




Someone picked up the case, and I identified one of the males who had come up afterwards and apologized on behalf of his friends. My ‘investigator’ I guess I’ll call her, did not follow up with me after that. I emailed her after I got back from Vietnam and summer training, and she said this (attached).



I know this ‘Cooper’ guy that I identified was not one of the perpetrators of my case but rather a bystander, hence why the information that she gave me about the unlikeliness that he was hanging out with these people consuming alcohol is absolute bullshit. The information was actually traumatizing because of the fact that if he had been the one who had tried to sexually assault me…my case would have been my word against an RA’s. She has not done any follow up with the actual male I identified. I don’t give a fuck if he’s a good student, because that’s how Brock Turner got away. That’s how so many of these fucking white boys get away, because it’ll impede their education or their college experience or have a lasting impact on them. Well this has had a lasting impact on me.

I cannot get myself to go back onto that campus after this. I will not be protected by the university if anything happens to me. But I have to because I need to graduate. I need to because I have no other choice. I need to because if it isn’t me, then who?

The injustice that the students before me have faced, that I have faced, and those who will face it…I am scared. My situation could have been much worse and when it happens again…I know this university will do nothing about it.

It is my senior year. I have been here for 3 years, and I’m here for another 1 and a half. This university has destroyed me and the only people who have given me validation are the ones who see through this university’s brand bullshit.  I’ve seen people leave this place whether by graduation or just the hostility that the university has towards people who challenge the system, who demand basic rights—demanding safety.

It is my senior year, and this university is in worse condition than when I came in. It has become so much more hostile because white Christian males think that they are being oppressed (I have had two+ people tell me this on more than one occasion in my profession on campus). Equality feels like oppression when you’re so used to privilege.

It is my senior year, and I feel like I’m going to die here. And if I do, all the people who have ever done me wrong on this campus better prepare themselves.

It is my senior year. And I am scared to leave this university in worse condition than I have found it. I am scared for the incoming freshman who will be victims of sexual harassment, assault, and rape during the first few weeks of school, but also throughout the semester on this campus. I am scared for my counterparts, who I know are enveloped in a cocoon of depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts. I cannot bear to lose the people who give me purpose, who light my fire.

It is my senior year, and my heart is about to burst from anger.

It is my senior year and I’m here to haunt the existence of the administration even after I leave. I want my words and my presence to breathe on their necks long after I am gone.

It is my senior year.

See you soon, UWEC. 

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Racial Trauma: what institutions of oppression have done to marginalized students

I began this past semester with a blog post that highlighted my fears in going back to school this spring semester. It addressed many fears that have come out of experiences in classrooms and in open spaces on my campus.

My fears, all of them and more, became realities this semester.

This semester was the semester where I finally put a word to what I was feeling in my classrooms when we talked about marginalized identities. When I had to prove my humanity by conjuring up oppressions to appeal to privileged peoples. When I would leave a classroom and feel shaken, dirty, and defeated because of the ways in which people have reiterated the disgusting comments that I have heard my entire life.

Trauma.

This post was inspired by a conversation that I had with a professor. This professor had potential initially in the class I was taking with them; the very first thing they had said about racism was that “racism = prejudice + power” and addressed immediately the absurdity of reverse discrimination. Eons later, when we were finalizing our final presentation (on a topic of our choice), one of the groups that presented to our group argued that Affirmative Action is a form of reverse discrimination against white people because it only helps people of colour (news flash, it actually helps majority white women). My group, who knew me rather well by then, waited for me to tear them apart…while I waited for one of them (white males, white females) to amplify what I had told them about reverse discrimination (it doesn’t exist). But I was let down. Because they just smiled and nodded. The thought of me—a woman of colour—having to explain the fucked-upness of reverse racism against a white female and 3 white males…I couldn’t get myself to do it. Many times, I’ve ignored the people who’ve told me to pick and choose my battles. In that situation, I finally knew what it meant.  I knew the outcome of the situation already; the “angry, oppressed, and victimized” Asian woman. In the split second that I had made that decision not to stand up for my humanity, while I knew was a safe choice—did not provide me with any solace.

I emailed my professor after that class and told him about the situation. I told him that it had made me very uncomfortable and unsafe to have others think that reverse discrimination was a real thing and that while I would be okay with the group presenting it as their final project, that afterwards, I wanted him to address it once again and maybe in greater detail. He told me he would not address the topic any further because we had already talked about it in class. He then mentioned that doing so would not change anyone’s mind. He asked to meet in his office. I was very dissatisfied with his response in that I felt as if (once again), people of colour and their oppressions were not worthy enough to be mentioned in the classroom. So I went to talk to him in his office and during the course of the conversation, he got super defensive, mentioning that we had already talked about racism and reverse discrimination and Affirmative Action and doing so again (and in more depth) may not be beneficial. In proving my case, I simply told him that when I have to explain in explicit details why reverse racism does not exist, I have to rip apart my humanity for the sake of their learning and it’s traumatizing to do it.

And that’s where he stopped me.

He interrupted my train of thought to ask me “Is trauma really the word you want to use?” and went on to explain that trauma is a very serious word and implies many horrific things. As if I didn’t know what the word meant.

And that’s why I want to talk about racism induced trauma. 

It’s already a given from much research that racism has negative psychological effects on people of colour (Pieterse, Carter, Evans, & Walter, 2010) But the extent of research that shows that racism can be associated with symptoms of trauma and PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) have not been explored deeply.

The difficulty of recognizing racism as a source of trauma is the strict definition (out of the DSM, the Diagnostic Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) and what is and what isn’t rendered PTSD. PTSD has been defined as a response to a traumatic event that is triggered by 1) the re-experiencing of a traumatic event and 2) avoiding stimuli that is perceived to be associate with such traumatic event. (Helms, Nicolas, & Green, 2012) How can you not extend this definition to racial trauma as well?
Rather than pinpointing a certain event as a source of trauma, the idea of racial trauma is that it can be a result of multiple events that occur over time that further oppresses and impedes an entire community. Examples include the wholistically traumatic repercussions of colonization by the continuous perpetuation and violence in the loss of land and rights for Native and Indigenous peoples.
This is the reason why it is so difficult to pinpoint an exact event to prove to administrators or people in general that one’s oppression or trauma stems from just one event when it occurs and accumulates invisibly, systematically, and institutionally over time.

The society we live in does not hold the cumulative effects of implicit events (such as microaggressions) to the same standard or value as we do singular, explicit events when using the term trauma.

In an educational setting, I have found that many of these traumatizing experiences stem from courses that are claiming to teach ‘diversity.’ Overall, studies have shown that the experiences that white students receive from diversity courses is consistently more positive than students of colour. (Castellanos & Cole, 2015) This should be no surprise. It is rare to be in a classroom for diversity credit and not cater to the white students and their learning. The usefulness of these courses for students of colour is questioned constantly. The effectiveness of these courses for students of colour may not be capable of being measured because students of colour live through many of these topics and groups addressed in diversity courses—students of colour do not have as much to learn as they may have to teach. Their cultural education and expertise extends beyond the classroom and transcends to interactions and lived experiences with racism, which need not to be taught to them. Again, the effectiveness of these courses are at the cost of students of colour. These courses bring painful memories of racism back to the forefront where students of colour are forced to speak in order to validate their own humanity for the sake of white people’s learning. Students of colour open old wounds, rip apart their humanity and showcase their lived experiences of racism and the history of pain and destruction that it has created—for the education of white people.

In particular, one of my classes this semester was on diversity. Its main focus was racism and sexism. It was taught by a white male, so you can probably already gauge the effectiveness of that and the merit he began with). To be honest, I enjoyed the class because it was discussion based. That is the only thing I liked about that class. I have never been shut down and silenced, talked down to, nor invalidated so many times in a class as I did with that professor and the chaos that he considered our classroom. Remnants of white supremacy, respectability politics, ableism and sexist ideologies permeated every inch of the atmosphere.

He defined racism as prejudice and discrimination against a racial or ethnic group. After I confronted him about the fact that white people cannot experience racism because racism is prejudice + power + privilege, he asked the class that they could “consider” my definition, or his definition.

He shut down the conversation on Black Lives Matter when a white female said that she did not support it because she almost missed her vacation flight because of it and I blew up, calling her out on her privilege.

He taught on the topic of refugees and had little consideration to the way he spoke about refugees (condescendingly and pitying) as if there were no refugees or children of refugees in the room.
He told me that spoken word was not activism.

There are more, and as they accumulated throughout the semester, I got angrier, more disheartened, and more reluctant to come to class. It was a constant question of “what fucked up shit would he say today?” “Who would he invalidate today?”

I tore my humanity apart for the sake of that class; I told my story and how it related to the systems of oppression for the sake of white people’s learning. If not that, for the sake of pissing off white people. Because I was bitter and this class allowed me to voice my frustrations and bitterness in a way that could critique the institution. I read all of the discussion posts from my peers on our discussion board and addressed questions, called out fucked-up posts. I swore relentlessly. I questioned his authority relentlessly. And by the end, I was tired and depressed, and I did not want to go to that class anymore and prove to others that people of colour and women are not subjects to study because they are living, breathing humans that are not ‘us and them.’

That class taught me nothing because I, along with many other women of colour, taught that damn class at the expense of our tuition money and our humanity because of the incompetency of our professor to teach in a way that would do marginalized identities justice. It was tailored for white people.

Diversity courses in this racist institution is traumatizing.

In a course that I was an Academic Apprentice for this semester, I also saw the remnants of trauma that exist and the cost that students of colour pay for validating their own humanity.

This course was near and dear to my heart because I learned a lot about myself and my identity when I took it last spring. It was the first course in my college career that brought two of my many passions together: my identity as a Hmong woman and Critical Race Theory. But what I took from this semester was different than when I took it.

I saw the difficulty of having a personal connection to history and putting a critical lens on it. When a reading is so near and dear to your heart because it is a reflection of who you are, it is something that I found far too traumatizing to actually critique.

This was provoked by a reading that we did this semester that was not on the syllabus when I took the class; Cry of the Machines by Kao Kalia Yang, an excerpt from her new book The Song Poet.
The story is through the lens of Yang’s father and follows a narrative of him and the factory that he works at, a factory that is slowly killing him. The way that Yang writes of her father’s insights on life in Laos vs life in the United States and the pain, the sorrow, the incompetency that he feels being in the United States. A story only has as much value as we put to it, and I put extreme value on this piece. I felt it because I remember visiting my dad when he used to work in a factory assembling cables and drilling holes into metal and that I would never be allowed past a certain point. He always met my mom and I at that point, and I knew that I was not allowed past that point because it was dangerous. He would always wear a mask and his hands would always be dirty and they would ache. Everything that he is—and everything my family and I are—is a remnant of the Vietnam war and systems of oppression, it is engrained into our very skin and our very history, and to sit in a room and listen to white people talk about how much they pitied the father, how their families were in the same situation…was difficult.  

And while I tried so hard to acknowledge the intersectionality of oppression and that there is an existence of poor white people, the context of the situation felt as if it was minimizing the actual history of oppression that Hmong people faced, and that it was being swept under the rug.
I remember this class period because only one Hmong student spoke in that class (our class was pretty close to being half white and half Hmong).

This class period was in particular, traumatizing because of the topics it covered were more than just words on paper, they were my lived experiences, they were my mother, my father, my brothers, my internalized self. And while it was not a situation where I had to prove my own humanity, I was forced to look at my humanity in ways that I never wanted to. And to my knowledge, that was the goal of this class. To reflect on ourselves and to ask why we feel so strongly or so opposingly to certain readings and how that relates to our own humanities, our existence, our history, ourselves.

I’m not a fan of happy endings because they are unrealistic. Then again, this semester’s end doesn’t necessarily mean that I will not face these things next semester. The white patriarchal supremacy of educational institutions has a way of permeating time and space and catching up with me after the summer.

In retrospect, I spent a lot of time crying this past semester, as well as skipping classes to avoid provoking my own trauma. It’s not something I’m necessarily proud of, but it’s something that I believe institutions are incapable of understanding. They are incapable of understanding the cumulative effects of racism or any type of ism that produces trauma. Institutions are incapable of love, of validation. Only people can do that. And that’s one thing I am happy for this semester.
I cut off many toxic people in my life. I worked on relationships that meant something to me, I was more present in moments, rather than living in the past, or the future (though, this is still a work in progress). I built meaningful friendships and did pretty radical stuff together.

I learned the meaning of solidarity in that it is not a goal, not a destination, not a finish line to cross, nor a pin to tab to your chest—it is a feeling that can come and go, it is a feeling that you must constantly work at to create together. It cannot be an individual effort.

My brother learned last summer when he attended camp, a quote that I have engrained into my heart: If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.

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Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Why students of colour don't want to return to school this next week

I don’t want to go back to school. 

Here’s the fact of the matter. 

No matter how early I have to get up (5:30am anyone?), no matter how cold it is outside, how many credits I’m taking or how small my room may be—I love to learn. I love interacting with people who love to learn. 

But for me, I don’t want to go back to school and that is making a statement. 

I don’t want to go back to school because I’m scared. 

I am scared for myself but most of all, I am scared for others. I am scared for the first year students of marginalized identity, I am scared for the transfer students who have yet to know the state and climate of our university. I am scared for my collegues. I am scared of losing my friends to this well-intentioned, but racist/sexist/heterosexist/clueless/PROBLEMATIC AS FUCK university. 

The cohort of students of colour and my friend group that I arrived with on this university are almost all gone. Transferred, or dropped out. The university’s goal is to raise our “diversity” to 20% by 2024 and let me tell you something. 1) That’s not going to happen. 2) If it DOES so miraciously happen, then the issues and incidents of harassment on campus will only get worse. The tension will get worse. Retention will get worse and honestly, I’m about ¾ ready to start a campaign to let people know that my university is NOT a good place to go for students of colour, or a white student who wants to learn how to be a decent human being in cultural competency. 

I don’t think my university understands how shitty it is to be a student on this campus. Administration can go home and sleep at night and wake up in the morning without even thinking about their skin colour. They get to leave it all at school to deal with the next day or hope that students graduate and get cycled out and forget about the shit that happens on campus. 

I deal with this fear every day I wake up. I have fucking anxiety over this shit. I have depression because I’ve been told that my worth has been put into my skin colour and nothing else. I know people who are borderline suicidal. 

So coming back to a university that claims that they’re ‘working on it’ is fucking scary. Coming back to a university that pretends everything is ‘okay’ is fucking scary. Because the most fucked up people in this world are the people who try to hide the fact that they are fucked up by painting a pretty face. 

That’s what my university is doing by brushing racist and homophobic events under the rug, by victim blaming female students who go running on our trails, by telling the public the university is not represented by these incidents BUT THEN GO ON AND TAKE CREDIT FOR STUDENTS WHO ORGANIZE FOR CHANGE ON CAMPUS.

Always asking students: “What do you want us to do?” as if we have the fucking answers. 

News flash: We are fucking students. We have fucking lives. We have homework and our PRIMARY FUCKING JOB IS TO BE A FUCKING STUDENT. It is YOUR FUCKING JOB to ensure that we aren’t fucking dying on this campus. YOU MAKE YOUR LIVING BECAUSE WE PAY YOU. If you have the fucking audacity to ask us what to do, then I fucking suggest you need to start paying us. 

There is no quick fix. I suggest that instead of using money to br[AND], you use it to make some actual change to label our campus as Anti-Racist. You’d really earn some fucking money then. Even then, this would take probably 4 years at least to do. I understand. I know that students of colour aren’t a priority on this campus. 

So I want to know what is on the top of your list right now. What are you having meetings about? With whom? Where is my money being spent? Because god fucking forbid it be spent on some new paint on a wall when blood is shed faster than that.

 I’m scared to go back to school. 

I fear that this may be the semester I lose my fucking mind. The semester where my grades drop so low because I’m so busy trying to do the administration’s job. The semester that kills me. The semester that kills my friends, my brothers and sisters and colleagues in arms. 

Just remember: We don’t forget the ways in which we have been marginalized and tokenized and dehumanized and ignored. And we definitely don’t forget the people of the institution who made that possible.  

Monday, January 11, 2016

Women of Colour Censorship

As I write this post, I’m finishing up a Reading Response I wrote for my class—Culture of 3rd Wave Feminism. In this particular reading response, we watched an episode of Torchwood and talked about The Evil Demon Seductress (think Mystique from X-Men) who use their sexuality as a weapon to lure men to their deaths. We also touched up on this idea of hypersexualizing Asian women. But rather than focus on the demons and seductresses of the Torchwood episode, I couldn’t help but watch this episode in dismay as the seduced character in this episode was not a man, but behold, an Asian woman.

Let’s get on the same page about this—the creation of Asian women in popular media includes such stereotypical roles: Dragon Lady (seductive, aggressive, mysterious, and probably knows some sort of martial arts to kick your ass), the Lotus Blossom (virginal, submissive, you know…the uniformed schoolgirls you want us to be).  These roles feed into this fucked up message that Asian women are therefore objects to be sexualized in the eyes of the heterosexual male gaze. It’s important to note that not only are Asian women oppressed by ideas of racism, but also gender. They share many of the same types of discrimination that Asian men experience, such as (the model minority[1]) but also share the aspects of living in a patriarchal society that other women experience.

Which brings me back to Torchwood. Toshiko embodies the stereotype of a Lotus Blossom and me, being the naiive and hopeful person I am when watching movies, was deceived into thinking that she would be anything but a stereotype.

Way to go.

It fucking disgusts me that I as an Asian woman have no other worth than to satisfy the sexual appetite of the person who decides to gaze upon me. That gaze itself, whether it comes from a male (most often) or even another (white) female, creates this power dynamic to which I am supposed to satisfy.

That, if nothing else, I am the virginal computer nerd, or school girl, or easy target to be taken in and sheltered, only to be sexualized, without even knowing it. That is the power of a gaze.

That, if nothing else, I am the badass who kicks down doors and fucks up men’s lives by using my sexuality as a weapon to lure them into my trap because “hahaha, how could you be so stupid?”
While yes, it’s true that many woman choose to take control of their sexuality as a means to fight back against the system that told them they could not.

Don’t these stereotypes perpetuate patriarchy’s power over women, in how a woman’s only social power is using her sexuality? And don’t these stereotypes also perpetuate this idea that men have, that women are conniving hoes who can’t be trusted?

I’ve lost count how many times I’ve been called exotic and been told to take it as a compliment, or someone has suggested that Asian women are submissive.

But the point of my post is to talk about my reading response, to which has a few expletives. I want to break down the psychology of the structure of my mind because it is still decolonizing.

I want to know why I considered putting a warning up, saying “Strong language” to warn people of my opinions, of my thoughts, of the power of my words that I carry so heavily on my shoulders and my skin, every, fucking, day.

And I stopped myself.

Why do I need to tell people that what they’re about to read is *gasp* my experiences, and that my experiences are ugly, they include pain, they fucking suck, and they tell people that this world isn’t as perfect as we think it is?

Why do I need to cater to white, male fragility in the way my words spit my own personal truth?
Because women of colour are so used to being silenced by the whitesplaining of white women and the mansplaining of men[2]. Because people claim to know us better than we know ourselves.

Because when I speak, people tell me that anger will get me nowhere, and that when a white woman speaks for me, or tries to say it in a “more professional” fucking tone, everyone suddenly fucking understands.

I don’t need professional. I don’t need to sugarcoat my experiences because there is/was/will be nothing sweet about them.

I don’t need civilized. I need people to see this anger that I feel, because it always seems that people are telling me to calm down, when I OBVIOUSLY DON’T WANT TO FUCKING CALM DOWN. They’re always telling me to use a different tone of voice when THIS IS THE ONLY TONE OF VOICE YOU WILL LISTEN TO. AND TAKE SERIOUSLY. BECAUSE YOU CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHY THIS ASIAN WOMAN HAS THE AUDACITY TO CHALLENGE YOUR FUCKING AUTHORITY BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU’RE THE SHIT.

Someone I look up to said to me that the only reason why we still have the problems we have today is because not enough white people are angry enough to change it.

I don’t need any of this white and male fragility bullshit when explaining my experiences because I don’t care if I hurt white people’s feelings, I don’t care if I hurt a man’s feelings. I especially don’t care if they are a white male and they are going out of their way to invalidate my experiences.
I don’t need to censor myself because I’ve come to realize that I don’t need to cater to people’s ‘comfort level’ just because they’re uncomfortable with confronting the reality that the world they live in is built for them to succeed, and the guilt that comes with this idea that we don’t live in a perfect world is too much for them to bear.

Well, fuck you, then.





[1] Model Minority
the model minority is a concept that Asian Americans don't cause trouble or ‘rock the boat’ because they’re the good people of colour. Also to note that since ALL Asian Americans have SUCH a high level of success due to their amazing work ethic (meritocracy at its best) and are SO self-sufficient...they may not get appropriate assistance for their needs. (notice the sarcasm in this, except the last part). 

[2] Whitesplaining is when white people feel the need to interject with their own explanation of something in a situation that does not call for them to speak, especially in an environment with many POC. Or when they take up a shit ton of space to talk (condescendingly…) about how people of colour feel, should feel…etc., as if POC don’t already know how to experience racism.
The same goes with mansplaining; a man feeling the need to explain something (to a woman) in a manner that is condescending and/or patronizing. With the intersection of race and gender; you can imagine how I feel about this shit. I don’t like it. 



I know there’s a proper way to cite shit according to APA/MLA format that I’ve been taught in this fucked up system…..I’m getting there.

The Evil Demon Seductress: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_VeCjm1UO4M