No one thinks I could possibly be half Japanese; most people peg me for being Spanish (see delivery guys anecdote above) or Native American (although I haven't had to learn any Native American yet). Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I want my Okinawan heritage to be obvious to everyone, especially to the Japanese and other Asians.
I encountered several people of Japanese descent this week at a fantastic meeting for Japanese Americans in NYC. None of them thought I looked remotely Japanese.
|DON'T I LOOK EVEN SLIGHTLY ASIAN?!?|
Well, tonight, just mere moments ago, I had a breakthrough. The ojisan at the Merci Market asked me where I was from. (Okay, he's "100% Korean," he said, but I don't know how to say ojisan in Korean.) Anyway, I told him my mom is from Okinawa. What he said next was music to my ears.
He. Said. I. Look. Like. I. Might. Be. Half. JAPANESE!
So he said "might," but I consider it a small victory. My Merci Market guy joins my Park Hardware Deli guy (It's really called Chelsea Gourmet or something like that, but it used to be the Park Hardware Store. My husband and I can't bring ourselves to call it anything but Park Hardware.) as the only Asian people on this planet who think I have Asian features. Yay!