Sane comfortable half asian

Dear Blog Diary,

My father is Vietnamese. My mother is Caucasian.

When asked on all surveys, I circle the box labeled “two or more races.” If it’s not available, I circle the box labeled "asian.” Culturally I would say I’m white American with hints of Vietnamese traditions but I don’t speak the language nor follow many of the traditions in marriage ceremonies or funerals for example. At the same time, I simply can’t say that I’m part of the majority with a last name like Hoang.

I have found that the standards of clarification are outwardly imposed. I always think I’m Eric, end of story. My white friends remind me that I’m asian (and yet not “real” asian) and my asian friends remind me I’m a white boy. I suppose I’m never white enough or asian enough to fit in a category.

By my definition, I’m 100% both and I don’t have to choose. I use whichever definition in whatever fashion it suits me in the moment. I don’t feel the need to choose and it’s somewhat ridiculous to say I’m 50/50. I’ve always found it strange that people have a difficult time accepting the idea and yet Jesus can be 100% man and 100% God.

Ultimately, I’m an American.

Best regards,

Eric