After months of campaigning by immigrant and LGBTQ rights groups, Nicoll Hernández-Polanco was freed from her detention by ICE. Her story, written by Kris Hayashi of the Transgender Law Center, is a story of a young woman who escaped the broken immigration system, and how she was criminalized and psychologically tortured simply for being young and transgender.
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Sprawlingly ambitious, Joy Dietrich's feature film directorial debut Tie a Yellow Ribbon touches upon just about every young Asian American women's identity issue there is, the sum of it being that it pretty much sucks to be one.
By William Wong
For nine years (1989-1998), I wrote a regular column for AsianWeek, the San Francisco-based weekly newspaper that bills itself as “The Voice of Asian America” but that now has egg foo yung on its face for its incredibly stupid decision to publish a racist rant (“Why I Hate Blacks”) by a young writer named Kenneth Che-Tew Eng, or as AsianWeek labels his (now former) column, “God of the Universe.”
Mr. Hyphen talks to one of the world's greatest Sarode players, Aashish Khan.
CalArts is an amazing place. It is one of the few arts schools in the country where so many different disciplines (dance, animation, music, visual arts, theater, and film) converge under one roof. In fact, it is the only school where such artistic diversity exists within one building.
In the comments on the Asian Week debacle, a commenter named Franky notes:
I read your post about Latinos calling you chinito. Just for the record that just means Chinese. When you put -ito on the end it usually is an affectionate term. I don't think you should regard that as racist the way blacks making fun of your eyes is.
I was about to leave a comment in response, but thought it better to address my thoughts on 'chinito/a' separately. I spent seven years of my growing-up in Central America, as the hapa daughter of foreign service officer, with a Salvadorean stepmother and extended family. 'Chinita' became the bane of my existence.
A picture of Seva Cafe @ Royal Cup Coffee House in Long Beach (pix courtesy of Be The Cause)
Last year, while I was at the Mahatma Gandhi Ashram in India on behalf of Project Ahimsa, I was introduced to an incredible concept of serving and giving that elevated the way I perceive food and my relationship to food.
It’s been five days since AsianWeek published Kenneth Eng’s racist screed. (Read about it at our original post here.) And, well, it’s kind of hard to top that news. The controversy has made it into national media. Here’s a story in CBS from the Associated Press. If you believe in the adage that any publicity is good publicity, then a little-known local rag called AsianWeek is doing quite well for itself.