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IT HAPPENED TO ME: A Group of Japanese Tourists Got Angry at Me for Claiming to Be Japanese
Many people of my many ethnicities will not accept me because I am not “enough” of that ethnicity to “count.”
KAMEA NISHIDA DEC 28, 2016
The United States is one of the only countries, if not the only country, that defines a person by biological percentages. How much of a certain ethnicity you are matters significantly to this day. For example, to stay on a reserve, you need to be a certain percentage of Native American, and in Hawai’i, to live on homestead land, you need to be a certain percentage of Native Hawaiian. This blood quantum rule/biological percentage provides guidelines and a form of classification. This classification even extends to biological physical characteristics — and I've found that's when classification extends beyond the US as well.
Living in Hawai’i, I've seen many Asian tourists come to visit the island. Being the outgoing person that I am, I always try to make conversations with people. I love meeting new people and learning about where they’re from; other people and other cultures fascinate me. Hawai’i is so isolated being smack dab in the middle of the largest ocean in the world, so every chance I get to meet someone is a chance I happily take.
One day, when I was walking down the Waikiki strip with my surf gear, I came across a group of tourists. I overheard them talking and, being part Japanese, I could tell from their speech that they were Japanese and that they needed help with directions. Being a native of Hawai’i, I offered my help and started to make small talk. I asked them where they were from and when they said they were from Japan, I was instantly ecstatic.
“I have always wanted to go to Tokyo and Hiroshima,” I said.
“Tokyo I understand. It big city and there are many people in Tokyo, but why Hiroshima?” a woman in the group asked me.
“Hiroshima is where my great-grandfather is from and I have always wanted to see where he grew up to get more in touch with my culture.”
Right as I said this, the group of Japanese tourists all looked so shocked. They glanced at each other with the most peculiar expressions, and their curious looks soon turned to dismay and outrage.
“You not Japanese,” one woman said with the most disgusted look on her face.
You too tall to be Japanese!” another woman blurted angrily.
I have never had a conversation that took such a drastic turn for the worse, and I have never infuriated tourists before. There anger was infectious because I started to get angry.
“But I am!” I pleaded.
How were they going to tell me if I was Japanese or not? They have known me for five minutes. Just because I am, tall that supposedly makes me not Japanese? I’m tall because I’m part Caucasian and Hawaiian. I was infuriated that they were judging me merely off of my looks. Since I don’t have many physical traits that align with what's considered typically Japanese, that makes me not Japanese? I have a Japanese last name for crying out loud! Nishida is one of the most common Japanese names in all of Japan. It’s like how Johnson is a common last name in America.
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