Author: Frank

I confess that I have a guilty pleasure.  It’s a television show named House, MD, or House for short.  The show centers around an exceptional diagnostician in New Jersey who suffered a traumatic leg condition.  The show cycles between the extent of what he’d do to manage his addiction to pain medication, his relationships with his peers, and fascinating medical cases.

I started watching the series early; she started watching a couple of years later, after watching a few episodes with me.  Naturally, the characters fascinated us.  The fact that Jennifer Morrison (Cameron) and Jesse Spencer (Chase) became engaged while they dated in the show tickled us.  Listening to Hugh Laurie talk natively genuinely shocked us; we found him incomprehensible.

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We live in a great, diverse country where we may each have opinions.  The First Amendment guarantees the right to practice different religions and express our opinions.  We don’t have to agree, but we do have to coexist.  Our founding fathers understood that we built our country from many distinct parts.  The very name “United States” implies a collection of many.  The similar Latin phrase ‘E Pluribus Unum’, placed on all our currency, means ‘From many, one’.

For our citizens to all collectively believe the same things is profoundly dangerous.  Homogeneity is our enemy; diversity is our friend.  Our founding fathers listed the freedoms to practice our faiths and express our different opinions as the First Amendment.  This is the very definition of diversity.  You’re entitled to your faith and expressions, as long as they do not impinge upon others’ rights.

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I’ll write a Star Wars-themed post after observing May 4th (affectionately recognized as Star Wars Day).  In 1977, as a 9-year-old boy, I watched Star Wars at the movie theater in Puerto Rico with Spanish subtitles, even though I barely knew how to speak English.  The movie stunned and even fascinated me; even back then, I knew it would make a lasting impression.  However, I did not anticipate Star Wars becoming a franchise and, dare I say, a pantheon.  Though strangely, this is precisely what I needed.

As a child, I would’ve described Star Wars as science fiction.  As I grew older, I realized it was closer to fantasy.  It had its type of swords and sorcery with light sabers and the Force.  The classic conflict of good versus evil anchors the story, and it starts with the onset of the first scene of the first film, Star Wars (A New Hope).  Darth Vader boards the smaller captured vessel and immediately dominates the scene.  His imposing stature in all black symbolically earmarks him as the villain.

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Strangely, I don’t remember much from my high school prom.  I went stag when most of my class had dates, and honestly, the entire social expectations dance wasn’t my thing.  However, after years of bullying and ridicule, I had clawed my way back into relevance.  I attended to demonstrate that they would not browbeat me into ‘outsider’ submission, much like my private version of Pretty In Pink.  At least that’s the story I tell myself in my head today.  Truthfully, I did not have this level of self-awareness when I graduated; it gradually developed over the years.

One conversation I remember from that night came from my friend’s date, a college student.  He lamented that although he had turned 19 years old, he was disallowed from drinking alcohol.  Specifically, the legal drinking age in the US wasn’t always 21; for many years, and in many states, it was 18.  To retain its federal funding, Florida also made this transition to 21.

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As spring starts and flowers bloom, I settle into an annual tradition.  Baseball season starts in spring.  Those who know me know that I’ve cheered for the Atlanta Braves from the start.  People often follow that discovery with a question (or confusion, if you know my geographical history).  No, I never lived in Atlanta, though I have visited a handful of times.  For the record, I do not follow the American predisposition to cheer for a professional team based on geography.  If anything, it irritates me that others assume that I would follow suit.

In 1982, the Atlanta Braves rocketed from next-to-last in the preceding year into first place through a 13-0 start.  They kept that first-place position in the National League West on the last game of the season versus the Padres by the skin of their teeth.  The start of the baseball season is magical.  The 1982 Braves weaved that magic.  They were the embodiment of the little engine that could.  Geography does not undo that kind of loyalty.

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Early at the University of Miami, friends and I discussed what kinds of things we would do for money.  Naturally, the discussion iterated on both sides of this.  On one side, we discussed the nature of what we’d need to do; on the other, we contemplated the amount of money we’d receive.  At the time, I asserted that no amount of money would lead me to compromise on certain principles.  One friend responded, “Of course, there’s a dollar figure.  A buck’s a buck.”

Naturally, movies like Indecent Proposal lead us to contemplate these very limits of what we’d do and for how much.  However, money by itself is simply an arrangement of digits in an account.  It simply enables us to get a class of products (fancy car) or services (tropical vacation) we may get.  Alternatively, it’s a means to dissipate certain worries (broken car or leaky roof).  Having more money generally means more access, fewer worries, and a better life.

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Years ago, we discussed tech at work; if memory serves, it occurred during lunch.  I mentioned I would pick one particular device because it had a “larger screen”.  One friend interrupted me midsentence and corrected me, “It doesn’t have a larger screen, it has higher resolution.”  He was right, of course, that is precisely what I meant; I wanted the extra pixels for more digital elbow room.  I didn’t post an objection, though, at the time, it seemed a bit pedantic.

He later mentioned that misrepresenting facts felt like fingernails on a chalkboard; he felt compelled to correct it.  It felt surreal, like a “sorry, but I’m not sorry” type of apology.  I filed it away as “that’s the way he is” and moved on.  Anyone with a diverse enough group of friends understands that they all have their idiosyncrasies and buttons to push; we learn to navigate them.

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For those who have read my posts consistently, you’ll know that I was bullied through school.  It started at Parkway Middle School in Fort Lauderdale.  It mostly occurred the moment I got off the bus, where I lacked the safety of adult supervision.  The bullies mostly pushed me and knocked me to the ground while I walked home, sobbing from the humiliation, eventually stopping when their walk home took them down a different path.  Once, I endured their spitting gum in my hair as they targeted the “Chinaman”.

Upon arriving at South Plantation High School, the bullying didn’t necessarily stop, but it morphed.  While I no longer feared for my physical safety, psychological bullying took its place.  Classmates uttered cruel and demeaning comments, loudly enough for many to hear, but softly enough to avoid detection by an adult.  Still, in a handful of instances, even when our teacher heard such words (like “whale” or “sumo wrestler”), they reasoned that it didn’t rise to the level of disciplinary action.

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Many years ago, a friend suggested that I move to his company. He maintained that I qualified for several software engineering positions, and he would get a referral bonus. He even marveled that it’d be a larger sum since I, an Asian male, qualified as a diverse candidate. I never took him up on that offer, but he joked later that he looked up the details and for software engineering at his company, Asian men were not considered diverse candidates.  Statistically, Asian men are not a minority in this particular population.

As far as minorities go, Asian men are among the most favorable.  Other minorities suffer from different stereotypes involving laziness, illegal activity, or lack of intelligence.  If anything Asian people generally benefit from the stereotype of intelligence.  People may also believe that we’re disproportionately soft-spoken, but that’s not a trait that typically threatens them.  Naturally, kids in school still bullied me for being different, but I navigated adulthood fairly smoothly.

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With the new administration, there’s much talk about DEI (Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion) and its systematic elimination from our government.  For better or worse, DEI has become a dirty word.  We treat it like the new boogeyman.  We don’t need to know what it actually does; all we need to know is that it’s bad.  Gone are the days of COVID-19, when Trump could blame China (and transitively target Asian Americans with hate crimes).  He needs a new target for his blame; this has become DEI.

Naturally, nothing is ever that simple.  We often wince at the label ‘socialist’, and it’s weaponized to elicit images of communist countries.  However, we’ll object to the elimination of social security.  We complain when our roads and bridges deteriorate into disrepair and demand their maintenance.  We envision retirement and access to Medicare.  All these programs are forms of socialism, yet we don’t object to them.  However, despite the name social security, we don’t think of it as socialism.

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