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I think Hollywood has and still most of the time employs their friends from “the old boys’ club,” people who look alike and think alike and have similar views about women. This will only change when Hollywood actually values true inclusion, especially when so many studies and articles show doing right by marginalized groups equals a ton more loot at the box office.
Two years ago this time I was preparing to assume the editorship of this blog, diaCRITICS, from Viet Thanh Nguyen, and having many thoughts about diaspora and the vantage points—both fluid and fixed—it can afford us, which I wrote about in this editorial essay that marked the beginning of...
Most debut novels are projects of confession, pleas for understanding, manifestations of an author’s attempt to rescue herself. My own debut novel, If I Had Two Lives, was for me the beginning of a wish⎯a harsh whisper after years of silence, a blindfolded dive into the many tunnels of the subconscious to emerge with something resembling a clear thought, a spark of feelings.
#BlackPowerYellowPeril. Have you seen these words together? What comes to mind? Do you know what it means? The first instance is a photograph in front of the Alameda Courthouse in Oakland, California with Asian-American activists holding a sign that said: Yellow Peril Supports Black Power, at a rally for Huey Newton, a founder of The Black Panther Party in 1966.
Pour les enfants Vietnamiens qui ont quitté le Vietnam mais ne font pas partie de la grande vague d'immigrants vers les États-Unis après la chute de Saigon en 1975, qui se sont rendus en Nouvelle Calédonie, aux Nouvelles Hébrides (aujourd'hui Vanuatu), au Canada, en France, en Allemagne de l'Ouest, aux Philippines, même en Norvège, nous sommes des graines propagées par les vents qui ont germé et appris à pousser sans que personne ne sache comment nous distinguer. Nous faisons partie de la diaspora Vietnamienne, mais nous sommes encore à la recherche de notre identité.
Our conversations are limited to my third-grade level comprehension so I can tell you to eat your dinner and drink your milk or to change your clothes, but we cannot discuss the difference between inductive and deductive reasoning. We don't talk about where you go after death because I don't know the word for heaven or how to explain reincarnation.