I do; Eurasian Writer.
I am Hapa. Half Hong Kong Chinese, through my mother; she was literally the stereotype of the Asian woman seeking a white man, compulsive, self-hating, greedy, money obsessed and mentally unbalanced. She dyed her hair, wore colored contacts, and attempted her best at integrating into her new home – the United States.
My father was and is a vitriolic paleoconservative, conspiracy theorist, racist, Holocaust denier and conveniently enough, an Asiaphile who views Asian countries as being far less “degenerate”. He studied several Asian cultures, but mostly Japanese, before settling with the first Chinese woman that threw herself at him; 20 years later, he had the audacity to tell me that Chinese are the Jews of the Orient, and that Chinese women are way too harsh.
I do not like Asian women. I find their behavior irredeemable and offensive. I am not opposed to interracial relationships. Most of my lovers have been black, Latina, or Indian. I do want to be able to understand and accept myself, my heritage, and my appearance. I do want to feel comfortable around other people, and get over the racism and white-worship both of my parents fed me and allowed me to sink into. I do want to be able to overcome the immense abuse and violence within the home, with a mentally unstable Chinese woman who hid behind a victim mentality, but in actuality was far more racist than anyone I’ve ever known.
I am the stereotypical Eurasian; born to a good looking mother and father, an upbringing of divorce, violence, and dysfunction, a young professional who experienced a meteoric rise in my youth and crashed on realizing the reality of race in the world, having been unprepared for racism, and mentally distraught from being born from a highly loaded, racist pairing. My brother, a former child prodigy, also had a spectacular collapse, and our condition was such that women in my family actually decided against having kids with their white partners on seeing how badly we turned out.
Being Eurasian, being put in close proximity to whiteness by both of my parents, can be a recipe for disaster, especially as many Eurasians are trained to view whiteness as good, and Asianness as very, very bad. In fact, it can be said that Asian women’s preference for whiteness is essentially a reversion to a Caucasian mean, away from an Asian deviation, which, in their mind, relegates them to a Gilded Ghetto, both culturally and physically.
The danger of being Eurasian is that the mother hates herself, prizes whiteness, and prizes the idea of being able to supplant the White woman; the white father is generally of some quality (generally a negative one) in which he takes advantage of Asian women and their deference to whiteness, and self-hatred, in order to find partnership. Meaning that many, many racist white men seem to idealize Asian women.
I do not want other Eurasians to have suffered like I did. I want Eurasians and Asians to understand that they are valuable members of society, even when there is an incredible war behind waged on them, specifically by a subset of Asian women, and the white men who tolerate it. Asian culture, also, creates a cataclysmic parenting pattern which propagates violence against children and a deprivation of self-esteem, and it is vital that this is approached logically and that biracial Asian children have proper outreach methods for them in order to survive and flourish.