※ 引述《sexwantboy (hehe)》之铭言： : 上次去SF玩 : SF真的是一个大城市 : 有很多不同肤色发色的人 不同族裔的比比皆是 : 身为台湾人的我 当然会特别注意黄种人黄皮肤黑头发的人 : 有些人的脸真的很明显 : 一看就知道是日本人或韩国人 : 有些人就不太好分 可能是华人或其他国家的人 : 只是这些亚裔的人 可能是留学生 也可能在这落地生根N代了 : 即使是华人 也不一定会说中文了 即使会说 也不一定说"普通话" : 我在中国城去某家餐厅点了杯珍珠奶茶 : 这家餐厅是广东人开的 整间竟然都是广东话交谈 : 没看到半个西方人 : 我去点饮料时 我用破破的英文点 老板竟然听不懂 : 我再用普通话点 他只会说普通话的"听不懂" : 搞到最後 才知道他只会说广东话 : 心里不禁有点惊讶也有点感伤 : 这座城里面的人 一辈子的生活圈是不是都只在这里呢? : 华人到外国 为了保有自己的文化和生活方式 : 就建立起了自己的中国城 : 可是相对的 这是一种隔阂 : 尤其对老一点的人来说 他们搞不好都不曾离开这里也不一定 先回上面，等会要上班不能写太多 过去我也有跟你相同的想法，觉得中国城这个界限，把华人融入 美国社会( 如果真有这东西存在的话 )的途迳建了道城墙，把外 人隔开、也把自己隔开了。 後来我看了本书 Asian American Dream By Helen Zia，才发觉 我用的是台湾人( 外人 )片面、以现今这个时间点的观点，去看 待中国城，这个有百年历史的产物。我甚至不了解在199x年代、 美国仍有法制上的种族岐视存在，要用这种狭异的观点去看待中 国城是不公平的。 SF的中国城的历史是在大开拓时代开始了，从中国引进男性奴工 ，一路从SF盖铁路到科罗拉多州，再延着铁路"走"回来，当时只 有引进男工没女工，少数的男工跟 native american通婚生子， 就这样第一代的中国城就是在男工中建起来了，对他们来说，中 国城是他们维一的避难保垒。 记得在 1930年左右，亚裔仍不能拥有土地，奴工就该有奴工的 本份。 二次大战其间，日本做为美国的敌国，除了日本裔被关进集中营 [ 配乐：Fort Minor, Kenji ] ，其他肤色相近的亚洲人同受其 害，在工作、学校、任何地点都受岐视，除了中国城外。 ( 此时全美亚裔不满五十万人 ) 1950年代这时，美国女性才有了投票权，亚裔移民仍有部份没有... http://www.votingrights.org/timeline/?year=1921 1970年代开始，有了少数族群间的争端，非裔与亚裔社群开始起 了冲突，非裔觉得亚裔有较高的民权及经济权，开始了社群的对 抗，有少数街头冲突( Hate Crime )，白人为主的政治圈袖手旁 观 1992 LA 大爆动，从白人警察对非裔的爆动事件，演变成非裔对 韩裔商店进入非裔社区的不满，连带的所有亚裔的私人财产不保 ，白人为主的政治圈仍是袖手旁观。 199x年代，一件在Seattle,WA的种族歧视官司( 奴工跟本地劳工 同工不同筹、居住环境也有差 )，从1970年代一直打到90年代仍 落败 有了这些背景历史的了解才会知道，直到90年代，亚裔的民权仍 没有何理的保障，出了问题也只有来自相同母国的移民会帮忙， 对华人来说，中国城不只是怀念母国文化的地方，同时也是他们 在这里(美国)最後的保垒，出了问题可以疗伤的地方。 2006年，全美亚裔占总人口的 5 %以上，UC Berkeley Irvine等 校的亚裔学生占全校人数的 50%以上，亚裔有了自己的市长、州 长、参议员、众议员帮忙发声， ptt有人在问，华人为什麽冲不 破中国城的问题。( 非针对本文 ) 配乐 Kenji by Fort Minor My father came from Japan in 1905 He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan He, he... he worked until he was able to buy this patch And build a store Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream, I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means, Close your eyes, just picture the scene, As I paint it for you, it was World War II, When this man named Kenji woke up, Ken was not a soldier, He was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA, That day, he crawled out of bed like he always did, Bacon and eggs with wife and kids, He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran, He moved to LA from Japan, They called him 'Immigrant,' In Japanese, he'd say he was called "Issei," That meant 'First Generation In The United States,' When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs, But most of all afraid of a homeland attack, And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat, His world went black 'cause, Right there; front page news, Three weeks before 1942, "Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The Japs Are Comin'," Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin', Ken knew what it would lead to, Just like he guessed, the President said, "The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away," They gave Ken, a couple of days, To get his whole life packed in two bags, Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes, Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in, So two trash bags was all they gave them, When the kids asked mum "Where are we goin'?" Nobody even knew what to say to them, Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies, So we have to live in a place called Manzanar, Where a lot of Japanese people are," Stop it don't look at the gunmen, You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin', If you gonna run or not, 'Cause if you run then you might get shot, Other than that try not to think about it, Try not to worry 'bout it; bein' so crowded, Someday we'll get out, someday, someday. As soon as war broke out The G.I came and they just come to the house and "You have to come" "All the Japanese have to go" They took Mr. Lee People didn't understand Why did they have to take him? Because he's an innocent labourer So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them, Every day, every night look down at them, From watch towers up on the wall, Ken couldn't really hate them at all; They were just doin' their job and, He wasn't gonna make any problems, He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits that, He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made, But in the back of his mind, he wanted his families life saved, Prisoners of war in their own damn country, What for? Time passed in the prison town, He wanted them to live it down when they were free, The only way out was joinin' the army, And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on, And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb, That 15 kiloton blast, put an end to the war pretty fast, Two cities were blown to bits; the end of the war came quick, Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife, But, when they got back to their home, What they saw made them feel so alone, These people had trashed every room, Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors, Written on the walls and the floor, "Japs not welcome anymore." And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside, He, looked at his wife without words to say, She looked back at him wiped the tears away, And, said "Someday we'll be okay, someday," Now the names have been changed, but the story's true, My family was locked up back in '42, My family was there it was dark and damp, And they called it an internment camp When we first got back from camp... uhh It was... pretty... pretty bad I, I remember my husband said "Are we gonna stay 'til last?" Then my husband died before they close the camp. ※ 编辑: HYL 来自: 24.5.191.38 (08/18 01:10) 记错了 13%是 SF这边的人数，全国是 5% http://www.census.gov/Press-Release/www/releases/archives/ facts_for_features_special_editions/004522.html 顺便一提，七年(还是六年?) 一次的全美普查又开始了，我有收到 问卷。 ※ 编辑: HYL 来自: 69.228.246.110 (08/18 02:05)