Acceptance Ain’t Easy for Chinese

It ain’t easy being laowai, even in Beijing

A vision that I turned away from for 'better' women
Say ‘Hello’ to men’s dream
Poor Olga didn't even try to hide her passport desires.
Olga (right) would love Iowa
Yeah, she's got my heart on a string too
How could I resist?
My Latin blood gets boiling hot when my woman's insulted
My blood boils too
Locals = people who can't get it together enough to go somewhere
Racing to ignorance
No mixing with the people, but you'll take a Big Mac, eh?
Fries or friendship with that?
he'd rather not look up and see a laowai and a chinese girl

Intelligentsia think ahead
I know, as an Australian, Harry would be way more liberal.
What would Harry say?
If she'd wear her glasses, she'd make a few more shots
In the dark, no one knows
When I was living in Russia, I
noticed the skewed dating scene the first rime I went partying in
Moscow.
There, all the hot Russian women were on the arms of older, fatter Western
men while the Western girls were wallflowers, beating back the Russian
men.

At first, following the worldwide
consensus, I looked down on the local girls, wondering how they could
degrade themselves with such losers. Then, as I looked closer at Russia, I
noticed the huge economic incentive and social encouragement that drove
these women into the arms of postmen from Ohio.

If you were a beautiful girl from
dirt-poor Tomsk, you’d jump at the change to be Mrs. Thompson of
Cleveland, for not only would you get out of cash-starved Russia, your
parents wouldn’t be far behind, and the rest of your fam and friends
still in Tomsk would be kings. Russian girls, with not much else to offer,
are proud to use their beauty to secure a good life for them, their
family, and their kids.

With all that sex politics in the
background, I stayed out of the fray by only dating fellow expat girls.
This worked fine till the economic crisis of 1997 sent them all packing.
Then I went Russian and had to live in that stereotype I despised so much.
Luckily, Lidia was nothing like the stereotype and together we didn’t
get too much flack, with me secretly cheering each time we were mistaken
for an all Russian or all Western couple.

After all that shit in Russia,
you can understand why, when I got to China, the last thing on my mind was
a Chinese girlfriend. I kept my expat-only rule going till an amazing lady
slipped past my defenses. Even when I first met Jingmei, and that
thunderbolt, as romantics say, hit me, I tried to deny it.

In the beginning, I even told
Jingmei that I didn’t want to see her anymore, attempting to erase her
from my mind. When that failed, for I dreamed about her often, I came back
to Beijing and decided to give this Sino-American relationship a try.

On my way back I tired to warn
her, to give her an escape, for I knew our relationship wasn’t going to be
easy. I knew, from Russia, from Southeast Asia, and from my earlier trip to
China, that a Sino-American relationship was not gonna be accepted by the
majority of Chinese. Hell, if they can’t accept me alone, how could they ever
accept me with a local girl?!

At first, Jingmei was shocked by
the stares we’d get, especially since she’d never been stared at before.
See, when I’m alone, I get around an 80% stare ratio, with only 20% of the
passerby’s not giving me an open-mouthed gape. When we are together, that
ratio jumps to 95%, but unfortunately for her, only about 10% give me even
a cursory glance. It’s all eyes on Jingmei.

She would walk with her head
bowed until she started wearing sunglasses in public, so she
didn’t have to look at the swiveling heads. Now, after two months of
stopping traffic, she’s abandoned the shades and just ignores the looks.
Unfortunately, she can’t always ignore the comments.

The first time I knew she’d been
insulted was a trip to a Korean restaurant by her old University. There,
when she paid the bill, the waitress said something about Jingmei being so
desperate for a foreigner, she’d even pay for his meals. Luckily, Jingmei
didn’t tell me this comment until she’d driven, mad as hell, a few
kilometers, or I’d have stormed the shop and made one nasty scene.
Since then, I’ve paid for all our public expenditures, even if I get the
cash from her purse.

Jingmei thought it was just an
isolated incident, that this woman was some poor, ignorant country girl,
and an educated Beijinger would not think that way. I smiled, knowing that
a local woman with a foreign man is a prostitute or very desperate, is a more
widespread idea than China’s 1.4 billion non-Beijingers.

Jingmei tested my belief with a
taxi driver a few weeks later when she needed a ride across town.
traveling alone, she asked the driver about his feelings on cross-cultural
relationships. The driver, not knowing Jingmei was with me, said he really
disliked foreign men with Chinese women.

He said he’d pass up a mixed
couple, refusing to give a ride to anyone who ‘deserted her
race.’ He never gave Jingmei a logical reason either, just saying he
felt it wasn’t right for a good girl to degrade herself with a foreigner.

Jingmei then asked him if
foreigners were welcome in China. He liked the idea of Americans sending
money and high tipping businessmen, but that they should stick to their
own place and kind. Japanese and Afrikans were equally disliked for
historical and racist reasons, while he was ambivalent about Europeans and
tolerant of Russians. (Remember, the Soviets were one of the very few
friends the PRC had before the 1970’s.)

When she asked about Chinese men
with foreign women, however, the whole scene changed. This, the taxi driver
said, was something he could be proud of: China screwing the West,
literally! Hmm.. That confirms it: men think with their dicks a bit too
much.

Anyway, Jingmei, now aware that
even native Beijingers didn’t accept the idea of our relationship, still
had confidence that educated Beijingers would understand. I was
skeptical, for it’s the educated middle class that flee the area first when a
poor family moves into an American suburb. Unfortunately, her friends
proved me right last night.

We met one of her girlfriends and
two of her University classmates in the afternoon. We played video games,
having a great time as Jingmei showed her true driving skills by finishing
last every time we played a car racing game. After our eyes glazed from
the on-screen action, we raced for real through downtown Beijing rush hour
traffic in our Volkswagens. Not all that dangerous since traffic kept us
in the 0-50km/hr speed zone.

It was over dinner that danger
first appeared. In Chinese so I wouldn’t know, the guys started to
harass Jingmei for her ‘Western food’, i.e. me. She told ’em to quit,
but they redoubled their efforts, beyond what Jingmei could stand. Out she
went in a flash of furry, with me not far behind. Screeching up to the
front door, her friend jumped in Jingmei’s car, and we tore off into downtown. Only
later, after she’d cooled, did she tell me why she was so mad.

Again, it was good I didn’t
figure it out till later. For if I’d know that these guys who’d been so
nice to me earlier, were just putting on faces, and thought me the fool in
their minds, more than food would’ve been spilled. Especially since they’d
been too chicken-shit to say it in English.

Thinking that was the end to the
hostilities, we agreed to meet her friend’s new beau. Only when he met us,
told her to get into his car, and sped away telling Jingmei he didn’t
approve of mixed relationships, did Jingmei finally accept defeat.

Through the tears, she gradually
understood why I’d tried to end our relationship before it began. Only
then did she realize why I had such an issue with cross-cultural
relationships. Only then did she know why everyone stared at her when
we’re together. Only then did she stop getting mad when I called the majority of Chinese
small-minded, ignorant, world-stupid.

Now Jingmei knows why I get funny
when she talks about living in China forever. I know our relationship
would be tested daily. Tested in ways and means I’d rather not have her
deal with. As a foreigner, I take it as foolishness of the locals, but as
a local herself, Jingmei takes it personal. And personal it would
be.

Very personal, and very intense.
If a Hong Kong movie throws ‘half-breed’ around as an insult to
adult British/Chinese mixes, what would a relatively un-liberal mainland
Chinese say? Not to mention kid to kid insults, the horror of grade
school.

Luckily for us, Jingmei is
blessed with a very liberal family. Not only do her parents and her
brother accept me as a laowai, not a Chinese man, they accept me living
with Jingmei as a boyfriend, not a married man. An allowance unheard of
even in modern China, and a blessing that we are eternally grateful for.

  1. I have been on your site for at least two hours. Reading about all the places you’ve visted is fascinating.
    However, when I hit this link, the more I read, the more I wept. If you think cross-cultural is unaccepted…try bi-racial (in America w/an American)
    #2 Yes, men do think with the “peter”
    #3 Love has no boundaries….

  2. This is a little one sided dont u think?
    To say that it’s only Chinese men that are ignorant of foreigners is way off. Even in America, the most “free” country in the world, people that are not white experience prejudice on a daily basis.

    I’m sure not too many “white” men would be too pleased if Mr. Wong visited Alabama and was dating a local white girl.