Being Black in China

Although most of my posts have been comical in nature, I also would like to enlighten the world and my own community about the very different experiences we all have while living in Shanghai. The first post, in a string of “Being ___ in China”, is about the Black American laowai community. I don’t think I need much of an introduction to explain why being black in China may be a little different from most of the other ethnicities so let’s jump start this bad boy up.

I sat down with Kris and Leo, husband and wife, and asked some questions about their experiences living in China. They are awesome people with hilarious and interesting stories about their lives abroad and their hometowns. Leo first came to China in 06′ and taught English for a year in Xi’an while pretending to be Dwyane Wade. After his contract was up, he stayed in the States for two years before coming back, this time with his newly wed wife and two kids. Here is what Leo has to say about being Black in China:

When my boy AK asked me to write a post about being Black in China, I agreed with no hesitation. As a matter of fact, my wife and I were just having a discussion about that same topic a few days before and she mentioned to me that most of the information she reads in blogs, in the papers, or online about this topic has been entirely negative. So I decided that it was time to put something positive…well, at least a little less negative out there.

Before I go any further I would like to preface what I am about to say by saying that I am only one man and I can no better speak for the rest of my race than any other individual can for theirs. But if you would like to know what makes me qualified to give an opinion on being Black in China, and that is a fair question, then here is a little bit of info about me. I am a Black American man in my 20’s from Washington DC, I have lived in several cities in China off and on since 2006. During this time I have been fortunate enough to run across many people from many countries and based on our interactions, some positive, some negative, but all entertaining, I have been able to form an opinion on what it is like to be Black in China in 2010.

I think it is important to say that I have formulated my opinion based solely on questions people ask me and conversations I have had with friends, co-workers, and total strangers. I will start by listing the questions I have received and then giving two responses. The first of these responses is my internal voice aptly named IC. This is the response that without the help of the prefrontal lobe of my brain (the part of the brain responsible for impulse control), I would have given but have thankfully learned to control. The second, will go by the acronym AR, which stands for my actual response. This is my politically correct, often boring, yet face saving response.  You may notice that some of these questions are not exactly questions but more like statements disguised as such.

Question #1: Can you slam dunk?

IC: Wow! You just completely skipped the part about me liking basketball or any other sport for that matter. Assumed me to be athletic and based on my physical appearance alone credited me with not only the skill set to play basketball well, but the sheer ability to at 5’11 jump high enough to slam a basketball. Wow that was racist!

AC: Not anymore.

Question #2: You like hip-hop/rap/and or 50 cent!?

IC: WHAT?! Just because I’m black you think I like hip-hop music? How narrow minded of you! The world is made up of all types of people from many different places, and we are all different! Just because I am a black American does not mean you can pigeonhole me into a predetermined little box of stereotypes! I enjoy all types of music! People like you make me sick! (Spit at the ground in disgust)

AR: Hell yeah I love rap, you heard the new Devin the Dude CD?

Question #3: So… is it true? Do you have a big penis?

IC: WTF?! Dude, I don’t even know you! What the hell happened to hello? How are you just going to walk up to me on the street, obviously drunk, and ask me some profane shit like that? Of course I do!

AR: Define big.

Question #4: Can I touch your hair?

IC: What the fuck is this, a petting zoo? Hell naw you can’t touch my hair. What kinda shit is that to ask someone? Can you touch my hair? Get outta here.

AR: Sure, why not!

Question #5: You can teach me how to dance!

IC: Cool! And you can teach me how to do a flying heel kick!

AR: Sorry, but I have two left feet.

I could go on for days but you get the picture. Changing subjects now… My unique experience in China is not solely based on the fact that I am Black but also the fact that I have a wife (Black American as well) and two young boys with me which makes us a Black family in China. Making the decision to bring my entire family thousands of miles away from home has drawn criticism from family and friends alike. Some have called us brave and adventurous while others branded us as foolish and shortsighted. Some have been supportive and others skeptical. Yet despite the concerns of our friends and family, we made the decision to relocate to Shanghai regardless and we couldn’t be happier.

The lifestyle we have here makes me think that I wasted time in America and wonder why I didn’t come out here years ago. I mean we have an Ayi who takes care of our youngest son while our oldest boy goes to a $20,000USD/year private International School for kindergarten and we don’t pay a dime! My wife works at the school so our kids tuition is all free. In addition to our ayi and paid private school tuition, our apartment is twice the size of the one we had in DC for a fraction of the cost. Not to mention the boys are growing up learning to speak, read, and write Chinese on a native level, something that will benefit them immensely in the future. It’s not all perfect. Some people stare, point, and want to touch the kids hair and faces all the time, I will save those stories for another post, but it is a much better quality of life than what we had before.

All in all I would say living in China is beyond cool, it’s an indescribable feeling. It is one of the coolest things I have ever done, and for those of you who don’t know me, I am an extremely cool person who has done some extremely cool shit. Here in China you have no reason to fear the police, most if not everyone you meet is respectful, and they all assume you to be the coolest person in the room, which in my case is usually true no matter where I am, and above all it is an opportunity to not only learn but to teach. You get the opportunity to teach the rest of the world about your culture. Surviving here also depends on your approach and attitude.  I would sum up my experience here by saying living in another country requires great patience and understanding no matter what color you are or where you are from. How receptive you are to other people and their culture and a lot of times their ignorance to your particular situation are key factors. Your attitude can and will determine whether or not you enjoy your life, and that’s true if you never leave the house you grew up in. One of my favorite quotes of all time is “there is nothing good or bad that thinking does not make so.”

- Leo

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