This is The Gash In My Head I Got For Being Foreign In China
March 4th , 2008
I've told this story too many times. So here's the short. I went out, had some drinks and some malatang. fuzzy fuzzy fuzzy, was walking in the street with my friends, a chair hit the back of my head. I turned to just barely see some Chinese guy, and say "为什么" (chinese for "why?") He continued to beat me in the head with the chair. I took a step, stumbled and twisted my ankle, fell to the ground saying, "why, why, why..." in chinese. I was beaten unconscious.
I woke up in bed 4 or 5 hours later, hair matted and caked in dry blood. My friend was with me. I guess they carried me home. The report was that I had spoken loudly to the chinese man and he did not understand because I spoke english. I asked if I had spoken angrily. My friend said no, and that the man was drunk. I asked if they called the police. No one had.
This is not the first time... This is just the first time the guy had a chair... Racism here needs to be addressed. Teaching future generations is not enough. Social mixing is basically prohibited through means such as this... I am tired and in pain... The one person here I call family has not really been available...
I feel worse now than I have in a long long time. I am angry. I am hurt. I am sad. I feel unconsolably helpless...
