Writing in the New York Times, novelist Deanna Fei discusses the story of her mixed-race relationship in a personal essay that brings up issues of independence, family, and “yellow fever amplified to a cartoonish extreme.”
The author of ‘A Thread of Sky’ and native New Yorker relates the story of an evening in Shanghai several years ago, when two drunken Caucasoids stopped her and her boyfriend in the street to ask a most unsettling question:
“Where’s the party?” they asked jovially. “You know, Chinese girls. Where can we get one of these?” They meant me.
My boyfriend cursed at them and held me close as we crossed the street, but I dropped his hand. For the six months we’d been together, we had endured more than our share of stares, from curious to smug to hostile, from Chinese and Westerners and everyone in between. But nothing had been as flagrant as this. Suddenly, I felt as if those men had seen the truth, while what we knew of ourselves was a sham.
The essay is definitely worth a read, and argues in favor of letting love be the balm that soothes any qualms one might have over how bad it looks to be a Chinese woman dependent on a white guy a foot taller in height. Though we feel like the essay only scratches the surface of the issue, we’re personally supportive of mixed-race relationships.
We only wish, if for nothing else besides variety’s sake, that the ratios weren’t so skewed that a mixed-race relationship in Shanghai denoted a white male and Chinese female at least 99.6 percent of the time.