Originally Posted by
Peter Hessler
"You know what happened in the Opium Wars", I said. "At that time, China wasn't a very powerful nation, and it wasn't difficult for the foreign countries to defeat the Chinese armies. As a result, many foreigners belived that the Chinese people were weak. This idea changed later, of course, but at that time it was a common prejudice."
After I spoke there was silence and the student stared at their desks. That was always what happened when you broke a taboo - there was an instant hush and you found yourself looking at forty-five circles of black hair as students dropped their heads. They had done the same thing a week earlier, during another discussion on racism, when I had said gently that I thought racism and xenophobia were problems everywhere, even in China.
"There is no prejudice or racism in China", Wendy said quickly, and I could see that she was offended. She was one of the best students, as well as one of the most patriotic.
"I don't think it's that simple," I said. "Why is it that people often shout at Mr. Meier and me when we go to Fuling City?"
"They are being friendly," Wendy said. "They just want to talk with you, but they aren't educated. They aren't trying to be rude."
"Sometimes I've had children throw things at me," I said. "That doesn't seem very friendly."
"They are only children!"
"But their parents just laughed and did nothing to stop them," I said. "I'm not saying that this is such a terrible thing, but I don't think racism and bad behavior toward foreigners are issues only in America. These problems could be improved in China as well."
The students dropped their heads and there was an uncomfortable silence. I realized that this was something we couldn't talk about, and quickly changed the subject back to "Désirée's Baby" and American racism.
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I could not mention xenophobia without their becoming defensive, which told me that they identified more with the random Chinese harasser on the street than they did with the waiguoren teacher. And there were still far too many moments when they dropped their heads in discomfort. This was something I came to loathe - the great head bow. Whenever that happened, I realized that I was not teaching forty-five individual students with forty-five individual ideas. I was teaching a group, and a group like that was a mob, even if it was silent and passive. And always I was a waiguoren standing alone at the front of the class.
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