sometimes i am resoundingly reminded why my friends were & still are my friends. i’mma straight up cosign this, Pattie.

Patricia Lee.

This post is in part inspired by Timothy Dalrymple’s piece, “Jeremy Lin and the Soft Bigotry of Low Expectations.”

Jeremy Lin has had an amazing past few performances for the Knicks. In the past four games, he’s seen 36+ minutes of play, 23+ PPG, and 7+ rebounds per game. The numbers are astonishing for a rookie, especially one who went undrafted in 2010. The averages he has from the past four games match up to elites like Chris Paul and Deron Williams. In short, he’s a good point guard. He’s doing what an ideal point guard in the NBA should do — he’s creating shots, he’s making shots, and he’s helping his team win games.

So why has there been so much coverage and so much hype over his performance?

It’s easy — because he’s an Asian-American who has fulfilled the American dream.

Lin grew up in the…

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i’m tired

of being dismissed.

i’m tired of being told that Florida isn’t the South,
and that, consequently, whatever–i didn’t grow up in the South.

and that i can’t speak into or about race as it pertains to this country, our history, and said South,

because i’m not black. & not white. & not brown.

because i with my almond eyes and tiger culture am shunted off as a model minority, expected to demurely pursue excellence, success, and ambition while all that real nitty-gritty happens outside of my narrow vision. pun intended.

i lived there. i’ve lived it. i’ve known it. my own brother was bullied for it.

and you, smug California, with your distance from our Civil War and your statistical diversity,
you too are racist. you too have oppression and marginalization.
you, too, look at me and label me.

i am an Asian-American girl in California. and for some reason, that means i can’t be any real voice, authority, or experience in our nation’s biggest race discussions.

isn’t that a little racist?

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An Open Letter to Chancellor Katehi about her Repeated References to Virginia Tech

i have nothing to add to what she has said. thank you, Davis, for standing and acting and speaking up.

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Reposted from Solidarity!:

An Open Letter Addressed to Chancellor Katehi:

I am afraid that I have been forced to write to you after watching the Town Hall forums over this last week. First of all, I would like to thank you and the members of the panels for taking the time to speak to the community.

I was a witness to the now infamous pepper-spraying incident on the Quad and have participated in numerous protests condemning such actions since then. However I have never written to you personally, trusting the words of those more eloquent than myself to express the general dissatisfaction with the actions of the police and administration.

Nonetheless I knew I had to communicate in person when I heard you invoke the Virginia Tech massacre on multiple occasions to defend a need for weaponized police forces on college campuses. When students and faculty are professing concerns…

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Status #24: Mr. Freeze

❤ puns & Batman rogues. what more can a girl want?

Things 90s Kids Realize

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Fog drove me to the road:

Jack London Aquatic Center,

Hello. We meet again. Nothing especially tumultuous–the night was just so shrouded I had to come say hi & explore her mystery. With my Lindsay, of course.

I guess if I was hoping for some introspective revelatory discoveries, the basic wary almost-fear this amount of fog incites in me is hindering it.

Why do I fear the so much fog? Is it the unknown? The secrets or surprises it may spring? How do I feel more danger on a night that itself discourages rabble-rousers from going about?

I wish I had the single courage to walk this pier & enjoy this divine treat. But I can only stand briefly by my car & gaze out at the dark reflectivity of what must be water.

There will be other nights. Until then, JLAC & Oakland piers.

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Open Letter to Chancellor Linda P.B. Katehi

because i have lately been unable to express myself and my thoughts on anything Occupy UC…
i think my heart is just broken & lost. read this and weep. no, really.

UCDavis Bicycle Barricade

18 November 2011

Open Letter to Chancellor Linda P.B. Katehi

Linda P.B. Katehi,

I am a junior faculty member at UC Davis. I am an Assistant Professor in the Department of English, and I teach in the Program in Critical Theory and in Science & Technology Studies. I have a strong record of research, teaching, and service. I am currently a Board Member of the Davis Faculty Association. I have also taken an active role in supporting the student movement to defend public education on our campus and throughout the UC system. In a word: I am the sort of young faculty member, like many of my colleagues, this campus needs. I am an asset to the University of California at Davis.

You are not.

I write to you and to my colleagues for three reasons:

1) to express my outrage at the police brutality which occurred against students engaged…

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Thoughts on Robert Reich Lecture & Occupy Protests

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What a crazy day. Even by Berkeley standards, it’s been pretty insane. First, the Occupy protests from last week have continued on today with walkouts and noontime demonstrations on Sproul. Then, an unidentified person who pulled out a gun at the Haas school was shot by police. End that with an evening lecture on the steps of Sproul by Robert Reich, professor of public policy and former Secretary of Labor, attended by an enormous crowd.

What a crazy day.

Let’s see, a quick description of my visit to Sproul to listen to Professor Reich speak. It was actually a spontaneous decision for me – didn’t find out that they moved the original lecture to Sproul until half an hour before the lecture.

When I arrived on campus, I had to climb up a wall to get to the rooftop of the Caesar Chavez building, but it was definitely worth…

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29 October: during Saturday Morning Prayer

Consejero cuidador,

Acaba de decir el Nicolás a ti que la comunidad se termina como lugar de libertad.

Place of freedom? Freedom.

And in that I recognized what Boston was: freedom. And quite possibly why I’ve been missing it this week.

Freedom. Boston was freedom. Symbolically, the six and a half hours literally flew me from my grounded, entrenched world of, well, not-freedom. And I saw also that sad, wrought flight back–the homing pigeon come back to cage. Come back because it’s what I know.

Is it not the extreme point of tragedy that the place where I have community–where I have life and place and niche and recognition–almost seems to reach chains up to tether that homecoming bird?

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me: [he]’s just an anomaly. kind of unreadable.
Jacqueline: mm well i think he likes spending time with you.
me: that is also an anomaly.

self-deprecating humor aside, aqui puedo ver dentro de mí mismo la poderosa obra de Dios. He is teaching me patience, y como confiar en Él:

es lo que simplemente es; ¿lo que será? mi señor es el único que sabe.

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CCF 2011 Vision Retreat: Day Two.

Padre Santo,

hoy no tengo nada para decir. Today I am a blank canvas.

Pero tienes abundancia en plenitud. What does that even mean? I lack. A mí me faltan cosas que no se pueden decir.

English. Palabras son mis armas. Tu Palabra me apodera y fortalece al mismo tiempo.

I am a jumble, but an open, peaceful, strengthened human mess. One doesn’t just start painting straight to canvas, right? I’m no artist, but I feel as if there is some preparation that goes into it. I feel prepared, at least to am extent. Definitely I remember that frescoes require much basework underneath the paint itself, and improperly prepped works deteriorate several times faster.

I want to be Your Sistine Chapel. I want the lime & the plaster & everything under my outward work to perfect the masterpiece you are creating, and to make it possible for the paint to last for ages. I want everyone to remember Your work.

“Remember who you are: you are a son of the One True King. Remember.”

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