I Can’t Even…What??…Stop Being A Wimp, HK
At my SIL’s house I spotted a plushie doll in the kids’ playroom. Research reveals that it is a Chibi Kuro Sambo doll, which belonged to my BIL when he was a kid.
I was gobsmacked, and my mind raced with thoughts: Um, what? Why is this here? Why pass on this racist cr@p to your kids who are spending the majority of their lives in the U.S.? This doll is ugly as sh!t and your old version is even worse because he’s wearing a grass skirt and other “tribal” accessories…!!!…
I’ve been reading up on Chibi Kuro Sambo and its place in Japanese culture. On one hand the Japanese are so ignorant of race and racism regarding Blacks and Black culture because their society is so homogeneous. They don’t have much experience dealing with Black people and the images and info they’ve received has mostly been imported from the west.
Um, okay, yeah.
So how does one go about educating Japanese people about this issue, the wrongness of this beloved children’s icon? How do I educate my family members and still retain their good graces?
I can’t have it both ways.
As the wife of the youngest son, and being the outsider (the non-ethnic Japanese, the one who doesn’t speak the language), I am suppose to support all the family does. My husband isn’t bothered by this doll. (He doesn’t agree with my worldview anyway). I can’t be radical like Al Sharpton and lecture my in-laws. Peace and harmony are suppose to prevail at all times in Mr. Kitty’s family. (I’ve already endured indirect and direct insults about Chinese people, culture, and politics.)
I don’t want to ignore this because despite it being a minor issue it really is major.
Am disappointed with my husband’s family. Am feeling frustrated, feeling like a wimp because I can’t find the gumption to speak out, can’t figure out a good strategy on how to address this matter. The most difficult times standing up for SJ isn’t when addressing the enemy; it’s when dealing with loved ones.