As a half naked ninja
As you can see from my pictures, I was crazy.
I still am, but somehow through working in this world i have kept a lid on my insanity.
My Dad just emailed me these photos, and it triggered an emotion inside of me that i couldn’t put my finger on.
Nostalgia? no.
It was something deeper than a daydream of my past.
The photo made me happy.
Being an Asian American studies major we constantly analyzed our identity.
Analyzing family factors, media etc, and through that soul searching and critical annalysis our mind spins into this crazy idea that we need to be an identity defined by struggle and free of external input from the white man.
No nerds, no dragon ladies.
The problem with critical analysis is that when you become so enamored with things that you are not, our focus becomes empty.
We leave behind everything that we are.
This includes creating a revolutionary identity based upon organizing and opposition to oppressive forces.
Now by now your head might be swimming and mine was trying to get that stuff out, but let me refer back to the picture.
All that stuff is gone from there.
I don’t have this academic cap on, I am not thinking about how my actions reflect upon the community.
I just am. As silly and unapologetic about my crazy ideas. With fewer words, and a lot more woppie cushions.
so true