This is the full documentary Dogpatch Ranch from Bay Area architect and filmmaker, Glenn Robert Lym. In this piece, he follows the history of his great-grandfather and great-grandmother arriving and settling into the Dogpatch Ranch, in the Potrero district outside of San Francisco during the late 1800’s. This is the story of how they managed to raise their seven children away from the protective Chinatown community during a very racist anti-Chinese era in American history.
A very insightful piece of Chinese-American history.
Back in 2013, as I sat working away with my TV on, I was following all the latest online coverage on the George Zimmerman trial in Florida, while the Paula Deen debacle was also unfolding online. And what was on my TV that suddenly caught my ear? I had recently gotten off cable addiction and had been relying on my HD antenna to bring in some really interesting channels, with AntennaTV being among my favorites. AntennaTV has round-the-clock re-runs of all the oldies like All in the Family, Married with Children and Leave It to Beaver among hundreds of old programs that they acquired the rights to broadcast. They even ran a Father Knows Best marathon during Father’s Day weekend!
So as I was working away, Sanford and Son was playing in the background and out of nowhere I have George Sanford (played by Redd Foxx) going off on his son in a Chinese restaurant about how much he hates “Chink food!” Caught my attention. And on more levels than one. First of all, I looked this series up online and realized that this show ran from ’72 to ’78, years after much of the civil rights battles of the 60’s. Certainly well into the era of new voting rights and the beginning of political correctness. But yet, here we were with this idiot ranting racist remarks about another race in the guise of comedy. Comedy? WTF?!! The Archie Bunker of the hood.
I’ve edited this down to just the actual clip in this early episode from their first season; you can skip to the 0:45 mark to see this open racism that’s been seen by millions since the 70’s and is still easily viewable everywhere.
And it’s always been this hypocritical, politically-correct mentality that continues to perpetuate this kind of racism today. So then I watched Paula Deen apologize ad nauseum for her long-past racist remarks even as she continued to lose sponsors and publishers for her new cook books. At what point will Paula Deen find redemption and enough forgiveness to get on with her life? For some people, the answer is ‘Never.’ Even as most of them harbor their own seething prejudices while happily attacking others in the public eye. While I believe Rachel Rey is probably very Southern in her mentality and attitudes, I also believe that she is certainly more enlightened than she’s ever been at any other point in her life on racism. And I believe she’s already received more than enough punishment at all levels and she needs to be allowed to move on with her life just as all the haters are told to move on with theirs. But for some, nothing short of Paula Deen’s execution would be enough.Read the rest of this entry »
Yao Ming was the first Chinese basketball player to hit the NBA and he encountered a lot of racism – both subtle and blatant – during his first year in the League in 2002. Not long after Yao started playing for the Houston Rockets, Shaquille O’Neal had this to say:
Over most of my life, I’ve often wondered about my ability to learn languages quickly and easily. Was it because of speaking Chinese first as a child? Was it because of adding a second at an early age? Or maybe it was our unique upbringing? A recent article posted on MedicalXpress about a new study about Chinese children learning a second language stirred up a lot of personal memories again about growing up Chinese.
We never spoke English at home until I started school because Mom never really learned much English in all her years in Canada. I still remember being dropped off in Kindergarten when I was nearly 6 because my birthday was in December and my entire English vocabulary included my name, address and phone number, and a few choice words like ‘bread,’ ‘butter’ and ‘milk.’Read the rest of this entry »
Having launched my first startup when I signed my first lease at the ripe old age of 14, I’ve never had any regrets over a lifetime of entrepreneurship and startups. Even with all the exhilarating highs and the depressing lows. Heading into 65, I’ve looked back on all the things that have made me one of the ultimate Outliers: Age, education, race. I can finally say I truly embrace being… Different.
A friend sent me this recent article from Medium this morning about that unspoken prejudice down in the Valley and it set me off to thinking about this more:
How Can We Achieve Age Diversity in Silicon Valley?
Silicon Valley has always been prone to buzzwords, often annoying and almost always overused. The latest is an exception: diversity. Suddenly, there’s an explosion of discussion, press, conference panels and even executive attention devoted to expanding the workforces of tech companies into something other than enclaves of white and sometimes Asian males. One result has been a trend towards releasingdiversity reports that show how incredibly far we have to go.
One of the pages that I follow on Facebook is Vintage Halifax where they post a wide range of old pictures and postcards depicting Halifax from as far back as when photography was first invented. Their collection continues to grow and I’ve commented on a few when they bring back personal memories from over the years. Yesterday, they posted this old postcard from the 1920’s that was taken up on Citadel Hill where the original Halifax fortress was built for the British troops to watch and protect the expansive harbor that was – and still is – not only an important part of Halifax but the entire East Coast shipping routes.
This view definitely brought back an interesting memory of our Dad and I’m sharing it here as well.
A friend had posted a link to this old article from 1955 in Foreign Affairs magazine with the standard good-guys-against-the-bad-guys spin of fighting Communism. Sadly, that old piece of “history” desperately need to be corrected.
While I’m not saying that the Revolution was perfect by any means, it was clearly needed at that point in China’s history.
FORMOSA–symbol of the struggle between freedom and Communism in the Orient — poses a test of how far United States foreign policy can combine the ideals of freedom with the flexible realism required by the harsh facts of world politics.Read the rest of this entry »
Living in Seattle has been a much more positive experience for my family over the years since we first arrived here in 1997 from Naples, Florida – a place I half-jokingly described to some of my friends as the ‘Richest White Town in America.’ Our journey sometimes had subtle but profound effects for my son and daughter. Not the least of which was a much more diverse population and culture.
Even so, as we’ve assimilated into the Pacific Northwest culture, there were also other more subtle things that I’ve noticed over recent years. My daughter and I have talked about some of her experiences from having lived in Vancouver BC for the past 7 years. We’re Chinese but we were born over here. My brothers and I were first-generation born in the 50’s after Mom finally arrived with our much-older sister who was born in China 17 years earlier. But GrandDad arrived in 1906 and he brought Dad over to Canada at the age of 9 in 1916. As I’ve written about earlier, Dad was the only Chinese boy in all of Halifax at that time and lived through years of harsh racism growing up in Canada.Read the rest of this entry »
My brother sent me a link to a documentary, The Search for General Tso, that premiered last April at the 2014 Tribeca Film Festival. I’d never thought much about the origins of this dish but the more I searched, the more I realized that the origins of this dish are really hazy. And apparently, this very popular dish has not been around very long relatively speaking (just a century or two). (From Wikipedia – click HERE.)
It’s also one of the dishes I order from time to time and the recipe seems to change from one restaurant to another. After learning more about this dish, I’m beginning to wonder if it wasn’t one more recipe that may well have been created as much for Western tastes when Chinese food first started to be acceptable to Western palates. I’m always surprised to run into people who still don’t realize that dishes like Chop Suey were actually created in America for American tastes.
This documentary explores the mainstreaming of Chinese cuisine into Western culture and expands into how the Chinese assimilated into Western society.
Love this kid! Alex Dang on “What kind of Asian are You?”
For those who have never grown up with racism, it’s hard to comprehend if you’ve never experienced it.
Still remember my Dad running into our asinine principal in the hallway when I first started Junior High at Tower Road School. First thing out of Withrow’s mouth was, “And which restaurant do YOU own, Mr. Lee?”
Wrong question to ask the old man, who arrived in Canada at the age of 9 in 1916 and managed to learn English fluently and eventually graduate with a degree in Civil Engineering among other accomplishments.
Without even skipping a beat, Dad answered back – in perfect English, of course: “What restaurant?!! I burn water when I boil it!”
After an awkward moment, Withrow turned around and walked away… Don’t think he ever had a “conversation” with Dad again!
Last Friday, August 8th was the fiftieth anniversary of one of the first mass shootings that I can recall from Canada or the States. Long before Columbine or any of the other shootings that followed, Edward Thomas Boutilier was a mentally-disturbed 18-year old who rode his bike around the South end of Halifax on that summer afternoon in 1964 and shot three young boys, killing two of them. After giving himself up days later, Boutilier was later diagnosed as mentally ill and institutionalized instead of being tried in a court of law. He subsequently killed himself 10 years later. There’s a link in the first paragraph to the article that spurred me to write this post for New Canadian Media.
This story is still as fresh in my mind today as it was when it happened. Or I should say two days after it happened, as you’ll soon understand after you read my post.
Remembering a Halifax Shooting Spree and a Narrow Escape
Written for New Canadian Media Tuesday, 12 August 2014
Last week I came across an article in the Halifax Chronicle Herald memorializing a tragic day fifty years ago when three young boys were randomly gunned down by a man who was found to be mentally disturbed. My own memories of that time came flooding back, along with the realization that I had narrowly missed being a victim myself. Read the rest of this entry »
Dad always had lots of stories and anecdotes from years gone by. Many were from his short childhood back in the village in China before his Father brought him over to join him in Canada at the ripe old age of 9 back in 1916. Many years ago when we were going through some of his old papers after he passed away in 1990, We came across an old typewritten recollection he’d composed probably some time back in the late 60’s. I managed to scan it and run it through an OCR program so I could save it in Word format. Finally sharing this today with friends and family.
My Boyhood Days in China
By Shew Chuck Lee
I was born in Long Tao (Dragon’s Head), a small village in the remote part of the District of Hoi Ping in Guangdong province. Our village and the other villages in the immediate area were inhabited by the Lee family. Like other rural areas in China, different families tended to cluster in different communities. Just beyond our Lee community, there were the Hums, Setos, Fongs and Kungs. You might say that China was a collection of communities.
Nine generations before me, the founder of our village, Chung Len, moved from the district of Sun Wei to our present location. Before settling in Sun Wei, our forebears lived in Nantung, up in the northern part of our province near the border of Hunan province. Here in Long Tao, members of the Lee family grew up and tilled the land. When the father died, the son would carry on his work. This was the pattern of life from one generation to another. Since the founding of our village, there has been little or no change in our community. The roosters would crow at dawn, the dogs barked, the boys would recite their lessons at school and the farmers would work in the fields. The land was good to us. We grew out rice and vegetables. We caught fish in the rivers. We gathered grass and firewood in the hills. It was a hard life bit somehow we managed to eke out a living.Read the rest of this entry »
Just in time for your New Year’s viewing. Time to make some popcorn and sit down as the holidays wind down and watch some videos!
I recently came across this 3-part series China: A Century of Revolution 1911 – 2011 and decided this collection was worth posting and sharing with friends and family.
For our family, it has special meaning: Dad was born in 1906 and arrived in Canada at the age of 9 in 1916 to join his father in Halifax. So for most of his life from afar, Dad watched China evolve and undergo one revolution after another until Mao’s Communist revolution was complete at the end of World War II in late 40’s. In 1949, Mom and our sister, Nancy, made it out of China just as all of that was taking place after Chinese families were finally allowed to re-unite after nearly a century of extreme racial discrimination in North America. Watching Episode 1: 1911 – 1949 gave me a whole new perspective and historical context of what was going on during that period when Dad was living in Canada while Mom and Nancy were still back in China.
It staggers my mind when I try to imagine their lives in the last century: The village where Mom and Nancy lived hasn’t changed much in the years since they left; when I visited back in 2001, it was still a tiny village of around 200 people living off the land and farming in the rice fields. It was almost an hour’s drive down a dirt road from the nearest town (which would often flood during rainy season) where the children would go to school. Even in 2001, there was only minimal electricity and no running water or sewers so the water supply came from the same river where all the sewage runoff flowed and where they grew their rice. No telephones and certainly no mail service. Now go back to the turn of the last century and picture that AND no mail service to speak of, no telephones or telegraph. How Dad managed to stay in touch and send money home to support his family is unimaginable, let alone making all the arrangements to have them leave their village in 1949, take a train down to Hong Kong and then fly on an airplane to Canada – all for the first time in their lives. Mom had been anemic so they had an unexpected delay in Tokyo before getting on board a Canadian Pacific Airlines 4-prop Viscount plane to fly over to Vancouver BC where Dad planned to be waiting for them. Dad freaked out after arriving in Vancouver from his long train trip across Canada all the way from the East Coast only to realize that they weren’t on the plane he had booked for them! A frantic telegraph or two later, he was finally informed of Mom’s illness and the delay in their departure from Tokyo. When Mom and Nancy finally arrived in Vancouver, they joined Dad on another nearly 2-week train ride back East across Canada to arrive at their new home in Halifax NS after each spending almost a month of travel halfway around the world (and having come from a previous lifetime as nothing more than the experience of their simple village lives). When Nancy met her Father for the first time after stepping off that plane in Vancouver, she was already 15½ years old!
Each video is nearly 2 hours long so settle in for a Chinese History marathon. Happy New Year to everyone!
I still remember reading D.H. Lawrence’s Lady Chatterley’s Lover when I was around the ripe old age of 11. And just how did a geeky little Chinese kid living in a very strict and controlled home end up reading such a lurid tome at such a tender age you ask?
Over his entire life for as long as we can remember, our Dad always had a strong lifelong commitment to helping most of the small Chinese community that lived in Halifax. Having the advantage of a college education and being able to speak, read and write perfect English, Dad would often be called upon to provide much-needed assistance to anyone who asked. If someone needed a translator in court, Dad was there. And every Fall, Dad would religiously canvas the entire Chinese community gathering donations for the United Way as his personal contribution for the help they provided our Mom with blood transfusions when she first arrived in Canada on the West Coast. Not that the Chinese population was very large back in the 50’s and 60’s as we were growing up. And so it was that one summer day when I was allowed to sit out on our front steps, I said ‘Hello’ to a young Chinese man who was walking past our house. It turned out that he was newly arrived with no relatives in the area. At the time, he was supporting himself as a waiter at a restaurant and saving his money to start a business. Dad took a liking to him and Jimmy would visit us from time to time.
One more blatant example of racism towards Asians in General and Chinese in particular, coming out of politically-correct liberal San Francisco of all places. According to the latest census data, Asians make up a third of the population in San Francisco with 64% of Chinese descent. Vancouver BC has similar numbers.
And yet with numbers like this, the excuse from the San Francisco Police Dept. was “the computer ate my homework.” Unbelievable!
Guess we still all look alike… Seems to me that Asians generally tend to be much more passive than other races (or am I also stereotyping here?).
Police list arrested Asians as ‘Chinese’
SF department blames outdated computers for inaccurate records
By Shoshana Walter on September 26, 2012
The San Francisco Police Department, relying on antiquated computer technology, routinely recorded nearly all Asians who were arrested in the city as “Chinese” until this month, department officials said.
Arrest data that included the “Chinese” numbers was released to the public and sent to law enforcement agencies for at least 10 years, contributing to a skewed understanding of who was being arrested by San Francisco police.
Read the rest of the article from The Bay Citizen – clickHERE.
by Albert Lee Gorsebrook Research Institute for Atlantic Canada Studies, Saint Mary’s University As originally published on CCNC Our Stories Project
Albert Lee – family montage
My parents were old enough to be my grandparents because of the Chinese Exclusion Act.
That point was made to me by May Lui, former president of the Chinese Society of Nova Scotia and former National Director of the Chinese Canadian National Council, back in 2006 when Jason Kenney, then Parliamentary Secretary for the Prime Minister, was visiting Halifax on a fact-finding mission on Head Tax redress. I was asked by May Lui to talk on CBC national television as a representative of the Loh Wah Kiu in Halifax. Up until that time, I hadn’t given much thought to the fact that my parents were older than the parents of other children I grew up with, but that remark brought the whole history home to me.
Our Dad was unwaveringly patriotic to Canada but he never lost his quiet but undying sense of loyalty to his homeland in China. And it was because of being Chinese that he bought some Republic of China Liberty Bonds in between World Wars as his small contribution to help with the re-building efforts. In fact, he kept these bonds in his files and never considered redeeming any of the coupons when the interest came due so his small contribution would remain in China. I was looking at this $10.00 certificate recently, printed in Chinese on the front with a decent English version on the back (click on the smaller images to enlarge in a new window for easier viewing).
NOTE:The 26th Year of the Republic of China referenced on the bond was 1937 and the 59th Year of the Republic when the final interest coupon came due was 1970! So these bonds were supposed to be paid out over 33 years until maturity! And which were apparently never actually re-paid from what I only recently discovered (see the article at the end of this post).