Nicole Kempis, Columnist 6 october
We were weaving our method through the crowded streets of main Hong Kong for a typical hot, humid Saturday morning when I recognized I happened to be in an interracial relationship. The recognition arrived whenever a senior man sitting on a park bench suddenly endured up and started initially to scream at us in Cantonese, “What do you think you’re doing? We don’t need this type or form of new-order s— in Hong Kong!” We shifted briskly, but I was shocked. There should be a large number of interracial relationships in my own hometown, but for the very first time we confronted the fact I ever seen one that I did not know another Chinese male-white female couple, nor had. In that moment, We recognized my society’s implicit rule that white girls just don’t date Chinese boys, and I started to wonder why.