Dear kids,
I am writing this here because I want you to read this when
you grow up. I am not happy writing this blog today. I am deeply disturbed,
saddened and feel extremely responsible. Recently you were part of a very
disturbing incident and I want to write about it. First, I will write the way
it happened and then I will explain my thoughts about it.
On a typical Friday evening, I took two of you and some of
your friends to a common play area so you can run around and have a good time
playing. You guys immediately started running around and playing. There was a
guy sitting with another guy near a table in the corner. He noticed you
playing. He asked you to stop making noise - twice. He was not polite. I saw
some of you getting uncomfortable. After a minute of two, he shouted at you and
said “Shhh….keep it down..will you??”. His voice was loud and the tone was very
rude. All of you immediately felt something is wrong. I walked to the person
and told him politely “The kids are playing here. I don’t think they can keep
it down.” The person banged his fist on the table and pointed his finger at me
and said very loudly “You listen to me. If they want to play here, they better
to keep it quiet or else I will call security on you. This is a meeting place..”
I told him firmly he can go ahead and call security. At this point, I saw fear
in 14 little innocent eyes looking at us. The room got very quiet as the person
walked outside to call the security guy. I told you guys to not be scared as we
have not done anything wrong and it is not okay to be rude like this and I will
talk to the security guy. You guys moved to the ping pong table anxiously waiting
to see what will happen next. The security guys walked in and told us to be
respectful of others. I told him you guys are playing since this is a game
room. He asked me if we can move the kids to some corner and I said that would
be possible but the person in question is being very rude and that is not acceptable.
At this time, the person who had complained about us walked fast towards me and
put his face right in front of my face and pointed his finger at my face and
shouted “You are a bad mom. You are letting you kids run around and be all
noisy.” I told him “You cannot talk to me like that.” and turned towards
security guy and told him “He is being very rude to me. This is not the way to
talk”. The person put his face against my face again and told all of us “If you
want to play like this, go back to India.” I turned to the security guy and
told him “He is being racist. There was no need to bring up this in the
conversation. I want to talk to manager and complain about this right now.” At
this point all of you kids were scared. I could see fear settling in your eyes
and some of you wanted to go and play in some other area. I tried to comfort
you and messaged all the moms I knew about what was happening and told them I
am going to complain.
India. My county. My Love.
The United States of America. My Country. My Love.
I am part of the generation of immigrants who came here to
exhibit our skills and expertise and have settled here…some by their own choice
and some for many different reasons. When I came here, I faced lot of
challenges. I had no family. All my close friends were scattered. I was making
my own living. And I felt no sense of belonging. But the sense of belonging is
built by you slowly and gradually. I have gone all “When in Rome” on myself and
the people I interacted with have helped me build trust and respect for what I
do in this country and what this beautiful country has offered me.
But I am still an Indian. I am an Indian American. I am an
Asian American. I work very hard to make a living. I pay my taxes and I abide
by the laws. And let me tell you, this is how I have always been. My parents
taught me not to litter. They taught me to be respectful. They gave me great
education. This is not something I learned new when I landed in this country. Sure,
these things were polished and put to use more often but they were there. No
matter how much I change myself, I can’t change how I look. No matter how grammatically
correct I speak, I will never speak in American accent. I am an Indian and I am
proud of that. I am also aware of all the unlawful things going on in India and
I feel huge sense of responsibility that I am not contributing to make anything
better there. I am not one of those people who hang around in a corner in a
party with beer in their hands and talk relentlessly about corruption and dowry.
I know if I can’t contribute, I can’t
complain. I am proud of my country. I am proud of my values. And I will never
change anything that makes me an Indian just to be part of something big,
exciting or different.
But I am also an American. I lived all my adulthood here. I
love the infrastructure and the laws. I enjoy the freedom of speech. I love
that people here are very social and accepting and respectful. I love that what
makes America great is this mix of cultures and diversity. I am humble that I
am part of this country and I teach you kids the same every single day.
But the truth is whether I am an Indian or American, I am
just a human being and I feel that I am being bullied on several levels in this
incident.
I think nobody can ever say to anyone that you are a bad mom
or bad dad. Period. We human beings have taken it upon ourselves to be judgmental.
That is so uncalled for. I feel like often moms are the worst target. I am a
great mom. Sure, I need to improve but I am doing my job right. I want my kids
to play. I NEED my kids to play. I want my kids to not put their face against
some electronic device and get lost in virtual world that leads them to depression
and leaves them with no real social skills to survive. I know when I take my
kids out to play, I am supervising them from a distance. I want them to resolve
some things on their own but then I also get involved when there is a need for
it. I believe I am bringing up smart human beings. And if some guy is shouting
at me because my kids are being noisy, I take it seriously. I will not let this
go. My kids are going to play. Of course I will reach an agreement if someone
is politely talking to me about taking them to a corner, but I will not
tolerate rude behavior. And lastly, I am
being bullied for being an Indian. I can be from any part of this world; but no
one can bully me about it. Period. No one can ever label me. We should not
tolerate this and turn deaf ear towards it.
Lastly, what I am going to write in this paragraph is very
important for you and me. Whenever someone is exhibiting aggressive and racist
behavior when you did nothing wrong, it makes me think. Why would someone do it?
It is a chance for me to reflect on my own behavior. When I look at someone,
what do I notice? Do I notice skin color, accent, how costly his or her attire
could be or am I really looking at his or her eyes and listening to what they
are saying? Why would someone hate me so much and call me names because I was
born in some other country? There is always a big picture and a big story
behind it and as a part of this big society I feel responsible for it. I feel
sad that human beings are labeled. I feel sad that many of us are unknowingly
hurting others. I feel sad that many of us do not get outlet for some
frustrations or setbacks in our lives and then we are destined to host hateful
feelings about other religion, other country, other cast.
We are all just human beings in the end. I just want to be
myself. I want you to be yourself. Whenever you feel the urge to call someone
names, I want you to stop and say to yourself “I do not have a right to say
that because it is just plain wrong” When someone is bullying you, do not
tolerate it but at the same time, try to think about the big picture and find
out how we can make this better. Be humble that we are alive. We may be born in India, we may be born in
America, but aren’t we all part of the same big world - the same world where we
bring up our beautiful next generation and treasure the old generation?