I pulled into the plaza and parked my car in front of one of the stores, then turned off the ignition and disconnected my phone from the AUX cable. I realized what I was wearing before I opened the car door; I considered putting my hooded sweatshirt back on, or perhaps my faux leather jacket with the embroidery on the back, but realized it was futile to cover up when I’d still be expressing my interests one way or another. So I decided not to don my Pokemon hoodie, or the faux leather jacket that was styled like a Japanese souvenir jacket (or sukejan), and instead just walked into the Asian grocery store wearing jeans and a shirt for J-Rock Vault (a subscription box service which lasted about a year, and introduced recipients to up-and-coming Japanese rock acts).
I walked up and down the four aisles, picking up ingredients I needed to make dango with the boyfriend, but I also spotted a few other items of interest. We decided to make dango together because he’s been playing Monster Hunter Rise quite a bit lately, and we were curious about how the snack made from rice flour would taste. This past weekend, we used the rest of the box of Mochiko, glutinous rice flour, to make chocolate mochi.
I’m a little more daring than he is when it comes to Asian grocery stores, as he really hasn’t set foot into one before. I was there once, as I can remember seeing Han’s so many times before I moved out of Syracuse the first time, but I was too intimidated to see if they actually had the ingredients I needed when I was trying to make some of the recipes in the Manga Cookbook. At the time, I did the best I could with whatever I could find in Wegmans, which was and still is rather limited in its international (and specifically Asian) section. It wasn’t until the ex-fiance showed me Mitsuwa Marketplace in Edgewater, NJ that I became less intimidated, though he created a monster that he couldn’t control because it unlocked a happier time in my life and I got back into my love of Japan and all.
Just thinking about that, about my desire to try to go to Japan when that relationship was ending and my inheritance was running out,… I had a purpose, a reason to keep going in life, I had something to work towards. When it was just me and the cat in the apartment in Syracuse, and I realized that the debts I had accrued were going to be paid off within the year (assuming nothing bad happened to then add to my debts), I was thrilled, because it meant I could turn around and save money to go to Japan. And then I met the current boyfriend, but I do also have enough saved up to fly to Japan, so my life is still on the up-and-up.
The boyfriend and I are both of Polish heritage, in one way or another, but neither of us really know about Polish culture. I know about pierogies and kielbasa, but if I hadn’t been told they were Polish foods, I would think they were as American as tacos and spaghetti, also assuming I didn’t know better about tacos being based on Mexican food and spaghetti being an Italian thing. Just the same, if I hadn’t been taught that some of the English words I commonly use were based on German or French words, I’d just assume that English is English.
That being said, when the announcement of an America First caucus was making news, I had to roll my eyes and see what our representatives were trying to start. The caucus was in support of “Anglo-Saxon customs,” and my first instinct was to read between those lines to see they meant “white” and “Christian.”
When I was in school, I learned that America was a melting pot of different people and cultures. As I got older, I started to realize that the only things that were truly American were… probably the worst things, like sugary food and anything that would induce a heart attack, violence and warmongering, so on and so forth.
The best things in this country were things that came from other places, things that were added to our culture by the immigrants who brought them here. American Chinese food probably isn’t the healthiest, but it’s popular enough that people crave things like fried rice and crab rangoon, plus there’s usually a Chinese food place open when other places are closed for Christian holidays like Christmas and Easter. Even though there’s a lot of Americans who are bothered by people crossing the border from Mexico, they sure enjoy tacos well enough to set aside one day in the week for having them. And it’s not just food; a ton of black people were forced into ships and dragged over here to labor in the fields, and they became responsible for a lot of the music that we can’t live without these days, not to mention the other arts like acting… oh, and sciences… and innovations in general…
If this country went back to “Anglo-Saxon” customs, what would it mean?
I’m not sure if we would be ruled by a king; that seems like a major change from having a president, though the last guy we had in office did want to be treated as if he was the ruler of the land and not the one who represents the will of all Americans. That would also be anti-American, to have a king or to take such a title, because our founding fathers were against anything that tied us to England or would make us anything like them.
As for religion, even though I know that many Republicans would insist that we are, or should be, a Christian nation, it’s one thing that shouldn’t come to pass. Once again, our founding fathers wanted the separation of church and state. Also, the Anglo-Saxons weren’t originally characterized by Christianity, it was something they adopted later on; they were originally pagans. So if this country’s culture was retconned and rewritten to be Anglo-Saxon, they would have to allow Wiccans, witches, druids, and other pagan sects. Don’t forget that the “generic, non-Christian” Christmas decorations are based on Yule, and Easter is rooted in Ostara, so there really is no escaping the paganism.
One thing I read about Anglo-Saxon life was that they typically were people with blonde hair and blue eyes, and as innocent as that seems, it was actually the scariest part. In the early to mid-20th century, there was a horrific event happening in Europe, where many people lost their lives. There was, however, one kind of person who would be spared from the cruel atrocities which took place, and that kind of person would be blonde-haired and blue-eyed. And yes, I’m referring to the Holocaust, where many Jews, homosexuals, roma, and other such undesirable people were rounded up and sent to places where numerous unspeakable acts took place. During the same period, America had rounded up its Japanese immigrants and anyone suspected to be Japanese because of the attacks on Pearl Harbor, because they were afraid of all Japanese people.
If this country goes to an Anglo-Saxon way of life, I’ll lose my Asian grocery stores, at the very least. Will I be allowed to have my Sony PlayStation and my Nintendo Switch? Will I be allowed to learn Japanese? Can I watch my K-dramas on occasion? Will the guac cost extra, or will I be fined for having tacos at all?
Will my last vote, the last time I submit a ballot, be to vote for the king who’ll rule over us all?
Or will I take my savings, which is just enough for a plane ticket, and be the ancestor who comes to a country with barely enough money for a meal and only the clothes on her back? All right, it wouldn’t be like that; the boyfriend would be by my side, as he’s the only one I intend to swear fealty towards, and together we would choose where to call home, we would choose what country we’ll say we’re from. It’s already part of my family history, as my last name is Lithuanian, but my Dad’s family came from Poland because they migrated there, and my Mom insisted that I refer to myself as being American because all my ancestors basically migrated here.
In other words, it’s in my history to be whatever I choose, and carry on whatever heritage I decide upon.