The latest wave of anti-Asian violence has lit my social circles and Asian American media sources on fire.
Vicha Ratanapakdee, 84, was brutally knocked to the ground during his daily morning walk in San Francisco, and eventually died from his injuries. Multiple attacks have taken place on Asian seniors in Oakland’s Chinatown, including a 91-year-old man violently shoved headfirst into the pavement. An acquaintance’s mother was robbed in San Jose.
This is an incomplete listing of the assaults, and I don’t wish to name more.
After ingesting stories and watching graphic videos on loop, I started to skip paragraphs of…
I beamed a smile of straight, glistening teeth only a 16-year-old with freshly removed braces can have. My preschool best friend, Lauren, sat next to me on the San Francisco Chinese New Year Parade float with equally enthusiastic energy.
After years of attending this annual tradition, this was our first time actually getting to be in the parade. We waved to the crowd below, who lined both sides of the street for miles. They waved back, bundled up and not minding the dark chill of February. We weren’t famous or decked out in festive costumes or beautiful dresses, yet the…
Like many, my family isn’t gathering with extended relatives this Thanksgiving, as the pandemic rages on with higher case levels than ever in the United States. I’m definitely bummed, but the lack of falling into “normal” traditions has also got me thinking: Isn’t it time to revisit how we understand and celebrate this holiday anyway?
In a typical year, my family and I would meet up at an uncle’s house to enjoy traditional American foods, along with a ton of Chinese takeout, like crispy-skinned Peking turkey and roast pork. Boxed sticky rice would sit side by side with bread stuffing…
Anyone connected to cultural roots outside of the U.S. most likely has an amazing Thanksgiving spread that goes well beyond dry turkey and limp canned-green-bean casserole. Maybe it’s spicy and marinated banchan for Korean Americans or huge trays of lumpia and pancit for Filipinx Americans. For my Chinese American family, it’s all about meats from Cantonese barbecue joints — usually specifically ordered from Cheung Hing in San Francisco.
This meat feast often includes roast pork belly (siu yuk) that has a thick crispy skin akin to chicharrones, honey-barbecued char siu (Chinese barbeque pork), and Chinese-style roasted turkey (fo gai). The…
I dropped an f-bomb when my radio alarm clock blared the news of President George W. Bush’s contentious victory in 2000. I cried alone when Trump was announced as president number 45 in 2016. During election week this year — I prepared myself for either deep soul-sobbing while collapsed on the floor, or a best-case scenario of cautious optimism with a tempered level of positive emotion.
This is a sentiment coming from someone whose family has been in the United States for more than a century. It’s a drop in the bucket compared to Indigenous and Black populations, but much…
When my eyes popped open at 6:45 a.m. the morning after Election Day, I reached for my phone to check results. While heartening to see that Californians supported a slew of progressive measures like restoring voter rights to parolees, I was extremely disappointed in one outcome: 56% of voters opposed Proposition 16, which would have restored affirmative action in the state.
The point of affirmative action is to increase representation of individuals typically discriminated against or underrepresented in education and public jobs by giving consideration to their gender, race, creed, or nationality. The action stems back to President John F…
This article is part of SF Throwbacks, a feature series that tells the stories behind historic photos of San Francisco in order to learn more about our city’s past.
As we face an intense election this week, we need all the motivation we can get to keep fighting and stay hopeful for the future. One thing that helps me do that is taking a look at the past and paying homage to our communities’ pioneers.
August of this year marked the 100th anniversary of women’s suffrage when Congress ratified the 19th Amendment that granted women the right to vote.
This article is part of SF Throwbacks, a feature series that tells the stories behind historic photos of San Francisco in order to learn more about our city’s past.
Just south of San Francisco lies the little town of Colma, home to 1,800 living residents, plus an additional 1.5 million who are dead.
With such a dead-to-living ratio, it’s no wonder Colma has garnered nicknames like “Cemetery City,” “City of the Silent,” and the “City of Souls.”
Even the town slogan gets in on it with a tongue-in-cheek nod: “It’s great to be alive in Colma!”
Any San Franciscan with…
Cats are assholes, and I’ll never change my mind about that. They use their piercing eyes to see into your mind, purely to calculate ways to irritate you at the worst moment.
While I have always felt this way, my boyfriend comes from a cat family, through and through.
To give you a better idea of what I mean: While on a holiday hometown visit one year, his parents did a show-and-tell of their cremated cat closet. I think there were 10 boxes of ashes, but I lost count after the first few.
This is when I realized that there…
It’s been more than six months of sheltering in place with no end in immediate sight, and my comfort eating is going strong. Evidenced by the 10 pounds and stretchy new wardrobe I’ve acquired, I still go whole hog on cheesy, crispy, carby things while fretting over when I’ll be employed again. Other cravings that have bubbled to the surface are colloquial Cantonese dishes from my childhood, mostly from the hands of old Chinese babysitters or no-frills restaurants. I’ve made creamed corn with chicken and egg drop over steaming white rice. I eat bowl after bowl of won ton mein…
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