Prejudice check
provides wake up call
Commentary by JoELLEN
COLLINS
Negative
or positive, (stereotypes) still employ labels that push people into
pre-constructed boxes of behavior.
It’s time
to recheck and review the stereotypes that I hold and to be accountable
for any prejudices I may have. In spite of thinking I am relatively free
of warped views of segments of mankind, I had an experience in San
Francisco during a recent wedding weekend that showed me I need a tune-up.
Let me
hasten to say that, along with the rest of humankind, I acknowledge many
character flaws that are occasionally embarrassing to me. I do try,
however, to be aware of the more negative aspects of my personality, at
least to the extent that I try not to hurt others and to accept their
patterns of life as fully as I would hope they would accept mine.
During that
weekend I had some free time and decided to catch a flick at a favorite
little movie theater near my hostess’ home. A matinee made it even more
of a guilty pleasure, as I escaped the routines of wrapping presents and
being available to escort some elder members of my friend’s family to
the celebrations.
As I sat in
the darkened theater before the showing of the film, two women’s voices
from the seats just in front of me were clearly audible. A mother and
daughter (about 17 years old) were having an argument, alternately in
Chinese and English, over the spilling of the mother's popcorn. Apparently
the daughter had knocked it over and, when her mother asked her to get a
refill, she replied, "Get it yourself."
During the
next few minutes she reiterated her unhelpful stand with phrases like,
"You have two legs." "Stop blaming me, "and then the
corker, "You always want me to do your work for you, and I’m sick
of you!" I recall two predominant thoughts, both based on
narrow-minded assumptions. One was that I was shocked a young woman of
Asian descent would talk to her mother that way, and the second was that
adolescence is a time of monstrous difficulty no matter with what society
it coexists.
Before you
hoist me by my own petard, to use a cliché, let me tell you that, while
these thoughts hopped into my mind, they were followed by some
introspection on my own prejudices and their sources and on the need to
eliminate these in myself and, hopefully, in the world nearest me.
The first
conclusion about Asian daughters respecting their mothers is, I suppose, a
positive prejudice, but nonetheless a pre-conceived assumption based on
racial stereotypes. Why shouldn’t a second or third generation girl of
Chinese heritage be just as much a teenager as anyone else in San
Francisco? I realized my concepts about Asians had grown from my early
childhood fascination with San Francisco’s Chinatown and readings of
colorful books about China up through my reading at 14 of Pearl Buck’s
"The Good Earth." The musical "Flower Drum Song" didn’t
help, with it’s picture of obedient women, nor did spending my teenaged
years in white bread Burbank, California, both of which only reinforced my
"romantic" picture of Asian family behavior.
Only when I
got to UCLA and a larger ethnic population, then traveled to China, read
more contemporary works by authors such as Maxine Hong Kingston or Amy Tan
and, finally, lived in Thailand, did I begin to consistently view Asians
as individuals rather than as generalized examples of certain (even though
positive) characteristics.
Yet, my
judgments in the movie theater only showed me how little I had traveled on
the path to acceptance of other cultural influences in spite of all my
reading and experience.
The other
part of my unhappy conclusions in the cinema had to do with adolescence.
Many parents of teenagers comment about the difficulties of helping their
children emerge from this time as strong, well-centered people on the way
to maturity. I have often joked about Dr. Hyam Ginott’s statement,
paraphrased here, that adolescents have to be irritating or we wouldn’t
be willing to push them out of the nest.
The reality
is that I know so many absolutely wonderful adolescents that I am dismayed
that I plug into the prejudices about them. The 10th grade
English class I taught a year ago was composed of a group of very good,
intelligent, caring, and hardworking young people who were also possessed
with senses of humor and, in general, very wholesome attitudes about life.
To include these terrific kids with the same group of media-portrayed
adolescents who struggle unsuccessfully to grow in a tough world is
unfair. Yet, I must be careful even in generalizing about their strong
qualities, for fear that I might miss the cry of an individual for help or
acceptance.
So I hope
the next time I wax poetic about the qualities of any racial group I will
remember that the opposite side of a positive stereotype just might be a
negative one. The accolade that Asians are studious and honor scholarship
might encourage the kind of rude comments I’ve heard people make about
Asian driving habits. Both stereotypes are stereotypes, and that is all.
Negative or positive, they still employ labels that push people into
pre-constructed boxes of behavior. Just as I rail against your thinking I
am possessed of certain qualities because of my age, so should I be
respectful of other’s individualities.