I had an interesting conversation today, actually, it is a pretty common conversation here in China. I was buying vegetables for dinner in the market, at one of the stands that I often frequent. The lady there happens to be from the town where I taught English for a year, and actually moved to GZ the same time we did. Anyway, today a friend was with her, and once she realized i could understand Chinese, she asked, “You’re African, right?”
“No,” I replied, knowing what was coming next.
“Yes, you look African, how can you not be African, where are you from then?”
I held my tongue, since I have had this conversation at least 30 times. My friend the vegetable proprietor answered for me, “He’s from America! He speaks Chinese.”
“But you look like an African, I can’t beleive it, really?”
“Yes, I am from America.”
“So, they speak Chinese in America too?”
“No… they don’t.” The two of them continued to argue about the possibility of Americans speaking Chinese.
When I first arrived, it used to slightly offend me that people could not believe I had come from America. But after living here for so long, I can certianly understand where they are coming from. In China, 97% of the people are of the Han majority, and another 60% of the remaining 3% only look different if they happen to be wearing their traditional outfit. To be Chinese is simple. The common perspective of Ethnicity and Nationality are that these concepts are one and the same. On the other hand, for me, coming from a multi-cultural background, it is hard to imagine how I could possibly combine my ethnicity with my nationality.
It is times like this when I realize how deeply the ideas of nationality, race, and ethnicity are ingrained in us from childhood. Just as i could never imagine a life without Chinese/Iranian/Lebanese/Mexican/Irish (etc.) Americans, many of the Chinese people I have spoken to have trouble understanding that my mother is Chinese, but lives in America. “So she is American then?”, they ask. I usually just answer, “yes.”