Growing Up In J-Lin Nation
Lin’s new visibility has impacts far beyond inspiring Asian American kids to play basketball. During a conversation with a shy, inquisitive 9 year old Chinese American girl at my job with a family shelter in Queens, the idea of “normal” came up in a way that was intimately familiar to me as a child. Like most uneventful days at work, we entertained ourselves with crafts; she wanted to use some yarn but refused to learn to knit, so instead we made pompoms. She opened up about making friends, and being nervous about attending a new school. She described her old school – half Asian kids, not many black kids, some Latino kids, she said. And half “normal kids.”
I asked her, “What do you mean normal?”
She replied, “You know, American kids.”
“You were born in America, right?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said exasperatedly. “But you KNOW what I mean. Normal kids.”
I knew exactly what she meant – white “All American” kids. The conversation went on, and I ended up listing Asian Americans who have done all sorts of exciting things, the last of whom was Lin, who had just signed with the Knicks. She then asked all sorts of questions about him, ending with a quiet, wide-eyed “Wow!”
We’ve a long way to go, and I’m excited to see him play this season. And suddenly, I’m not the only one.
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