As I walk to the checkout counter with
a bag full of fresh vegetables, toothpaste, oreos, and 6 liters of boxed milk,
I hear two voices behind me having an interesting discussion, “Kan waiguoren!”
“Ni jeude ta shi nali de?” “Keneng ta shi jianada de. Ta hen shuai.” “Ta ting
de dong ma?” “Ta ting bu dong.” (Look at that foreigner! Where do you think
he’s from? Maybe he’s from Canada.
He’s handsome. Does he understand? No, he can’t understand.) Being mistaken for a Canadian and
having my good looks wrongly credited, I slowly turn around and add, “Wo ting
de dong zhongwen,” (I understand Chinese.) Besides scoring yet another point for America being the best
looking country in the world, my goal, of course, is to embarrass the two girls
so they realize that it is rude to assume ignorance. Nevertheless, as was the case the last 15 times I tried to
embarrass someone for assuming I can’t understand Chinese, the two voices
respond in unison, “WOAH! Ta hui shuo women de zhongwen!” (Wow! He can speak
‘our’ Chinese!) With that, I go
from a monkey buying groceries to talking monkey buying groceries and continue
my day.
Since coming to China,
there are some things that I have gotten used to such as cramming onto buses in
a disorderly fashion, firecrackers at sunrise, and bargaining for items which
have a publically displayed fixed price.
One thing I have not gotten used to, and actually have more and more
trouble getting over, is the extreme stereotyping of westerners. As I mentioned in an earlier post,
generalizing is a huge issue here in Kaili, and is only surpassed in frequency
by stereotyping. I try to pick my
battles wisely, but sometimes I am dragged to the front lines and given no
choice in the matter. When in the
act of successfully eating with chopsticks, I am still asked, “Can you use
chopsticks?” After responding with
the mind-blowing truth, “Yes. I learned at a young age. Most Americans can. We often use
chopsticks to eat Oriental food in America,” the inquisitor will still disagree
with their direct experience citing a solitary 5th hand story to the
contrary.
In addition to lacking the motor
skills to pinch two sticks together, here’s a brief list of all the thing I’ve
learned about Americans since coming to China.
-We only eat bread.
(I’m sometimes asked if I have any bread on my person and feel genuinely
expected to respond, “Yes, of course! Would you like some?”)
-We all have
guns. (‘All’ is not
hyperbole. They really mean
100%. I got in a debate with a man
in a train telling me I was wrong and his TV was right.)
-We can’t eat spicy
food.
-We don’t drink tea.
-We are all fat, rich,
and white.
-We are all beautiful…
despite apparently also all being fat?
-We love to find
Chinese wives.
-We only shower in the
morning.
These are only the absolutes
projected onto Americans. In a
society where nobody has a real experience with someone from another country,
every nationality is the victim of a stereotype that can endure logical
argument like cockroaches in Chernobyl: Japanese, Northern Chinese, Africans,
women, teachers, 23 year olds…
You’d think you were in a UPS shop, the way people are putting
everything so neatly into boxes over here. The most unfortunate thing about all this is that all my
stereotypes are made on first sight because my white skin christens me,
“Laowai” (Foreigner). Sometimes, I
forget that I’m not Chinese, but in 5 minutes, a local is sure to remind me by
saying to nobody in particular, “Laowai,” “Waiguoren,” or simply “Hello,”
because every white person is from an English speaking country.
This is definitely a new
perspective for me, now that I am part of the .00001% minority in city whose
only other experience with foreigners has been filtered through a Mao ze Dong
approved firewall.
HAving just spent 5 weeks in China and that week with you, I can totally relate to this story. I was asked so many times 'can you eat spicy food'? and 'can you eat with chopsticks'. I learned to push and shove my way onto a bus or train and never allowed people to CUT into the line as I waited to purchase a ticket or enter a gate. You are educating them everyday on the uniqueness of Americans.
ReplyDeleteHaving been here the same amount of time as you, I feel like I haven't had a new conversation (or something surprising happen in a conversation) for something like 15 months. Unfortunately, the more Chinese I learn, the more monotonous my conversations with strangers seem to become. At almost any given time, I find that I can pick out which girl is going to say, "你好帅哥" and which guy is going to yell out, "Haii boy!!!!" a millisecond after we cross paths, and which old guys are going to ask me about guns in America.
ReplyDeleteAlthough, one strange thing happened to me just today, as I was talking to a man about guns.
"There was a shooting in America," he informed me.
"No, that was a couple days ago," I corrected him. "But did you hear about the students getting run over by that man today?"
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
Somehow I learned about the car incident in Hebei before the firefighters were killed in New York, and vice versa for the man I was speaking to.
I understand our fascination with guns in America as well as the Chinese do, so it's hard to explain anything. But I've often found they ignore (or, more probably, are not told of) the violence in China, and fear that they would die by gunshot within their first day in the United States if they were ever to travel there.
Meanwhile, no one wears a seatbelt. And I'm the clown when I reach for it.
China.