Those banana peels.

went to a friend's house for dinner yesterday. When I went there, he told me that there were two foreigners. I thought it was two white people, but when I arrived, I found a yellow-skinned uncle and a white-skinned elder sister. During the dinner, we all communicated in English. I thought the yellow skin was an ABC,. He probably didn't understand Chinese at all. In the end, he found that he could understand everything, even the word "paid housework", but he never opened his mouth to speak Chinese. When his friends praised him that "Chinese is really good", he unexpectedly showed a look of embarrassment. This reminds me of many ethnic Chinese I have met. J is a Malaysian who grew up in Japan and went to Seattle as an adult. She speaks Chinese very well, but every time she deliberately shows a kind of clumsiness in Chinese. When others praise her that she is good at Chinese, she will say, "No!" My Chinese is poor. " Then he added, seemingly unintentionally, "I have been in the United States for 16 years."

W is a top student at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and a guest of our college. When I was so busy that I couldn't express myself clearly in English, I asked him for help, "can you speak Chinese?" Cold face, no answer. When we boarded the taxi, he would speak Cantonese fluently to the driver, as if affirming his Cantonese identity, but never speak Mandarin. I learned later that he only went to the United States after graduating from high school. There is another boy whose name I don't even know. Let's call him "tennis man". On the first day of my visit to the United States, he came to our place to pick up a relative, and his so-called sister kept complaining about how bad our projects and accommodation were. I asked the tennis man: are you also in our program? He glanced at me, played arrogantly with the yellow tennis in his hand, and answered me in proficient Chinese with a deliberate English accent: "I am beautiful-- national-- human-- and I was born in the United States." Look, Chinese is like a scar, reminding them of their past in that society. 

As soon as they opened their mouth, they lost. I have also participated in too many activities and dinners in Guangzhou. As long as there is a white man at the dinner, no matter whether he is fluent in English or not, he will enter a "diplomatic state". What's the status? A funny face, a shy look, a tendency to talk and rest, terrible hospitality. This reminds me that when I was chatting with my roommate in Chinese about the rent in New York, the landlord angrily pointed at us and shouted, "you guys are so rudedness!" Don\ & # 39 witt speak Chinese! I have no idea what are you talking About! " Look, in that country, no one will accommodate you because your English is not good enough. Maybe they are arrogant about their culture and language, and everyone can speak English by default. As for us, after so many years, we may not have confidence in our own culture, we always acquiesce that everyone can not speak Chinese, because "Chinese is too difficult". And forget that from English to Chinese is actually as far away as Chinese to English. In Beijing, if your Putonghua is not standard and has an accent, you will be laughed at as an "outsider". On the other hand, in Guangdong, if your Mandarin pronunciation is correct and round, it will be silently regarded as "Beigu". Look, a person can be treated in the opposite direction because of an accent without going abroad. In the end, let's end with a story. When I was in Ithaca, our manager was a real racist. 

On the first day we went to work, she arrogantly introduced us to "how to use the elevator". Once, because I couldn't tell the difference between "water" and "liquid", I called Coke (soda) as water (pure water). She smiled in the lunchroom for ten minutes and then made a tilting gesture to my head: "can't you Chinese tell soda from water?" Do you bathe with soda? Haha, you should go back to China soon and teach them to speak English (go back China and teach them how to speak English). " I looked at her angrily and said: "I am in the United States, I can speak English, I do not lose face; if you go to China, do not speak Chinese, you will lose face." When I left the lunchroom, I couldn't help crying. An English girl saw me crying and encouraged me to complain to the chairman of the board about my manager, my immediate boss. I have never been so fluent in English when I complained in the office. After listening to my complaint, the chairman told us all to stop working for the first time. He went to the lunchroom where the manager laughed at me a few hours ago and said word by word, "No one can deny that China is one of the most powerful countries in the world." After that, several American colleagues, who had never talked to me before, suddenly offered to buy me a drink. The next day, in the hallway, the manager bumped into me head on. She suddenly hugged me (though I didn't want to) and said, "I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to." Look, my story tells me that it's absolutely useless to spoil them. I have seen too many spoiled foreigners who come to China. We always accommodate them and give them the green light everywhere. No matter how our English is, we all stumble and try to speak English, and if someone's English is not good enough, we will blame ourselves.

We are like children who are eager to be spoiled, scrambling to behave in front of their parents. This is why I am less and less willing to speak English. This is my country, and if you want to fit in with it, you have to learn Chinese to speak well-just like I was treated in your country. I also thought of a Beijing classmate who always spoke English with a phonetic accent. "I think English with an accent is a kind of political correctness," he said. "

P.S. [glass heart] is really a kind of subject logic of the abuser: I hit you, you feel pain, it is your glass heart. Whether the injury is established or not is not based on the victim's point of view, but on whether the perpetrator feels exerted or not. The victim was injured,It doesn't matter that his /her feelings are real, because the abuser has perfectly rationalized the violence. There's a similar logic: they don't target you, they do it to everyone. Excuse me, can everyone be exempted from responsibility for the perpetrators of violence if they are all in the same situation?

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