Western media has indeed shunned us repeatedly, insulting us, our features, our eyes, our height, our dick size; while highlighting their superiority over other races, having better noses, better hair, coloured eyes. Western media is presented far across their native white habitats. Asians completely exposed to the completely westernised ideals on beauty, fashion and most importantly, their western appeal. We crave it, we adore it, we need it. Maybe it isn't as obvious as apartheid, no visible devisions, yet the disparity is unquestionable. It shows through small things, the top models of the world white, the way we call them "expats" not migrants because they are white, that there are little to no Asian representation in western culture, it is all white. And I understand that those whom benefit from it had no say in their birth given privilege. It is all numbers and all odds, but to deny the fact that they don't subconsciously leach off this unhealthy system, now that is my problem.
It is hard to admit that, but don't pretend that it doesn't exist. We know for a fact there is a thing called 'racial profiling', we know that there is significant psychological impact on many colonised countries due to the whites. Not wishing for it is not the same as already living and benefiting from it. I don't hate you, I hate that you won't admit to this disparity between the whites and the rest of us, that you have more privilege that me, and you dare call me a victim, when you have boxed me into that position. You have gained when I have lost. Admittance is a virtue, yet so many cannot see, perhaps it's because of the 'white lens' you wear, taking them off would be too painful, yet the rest of us suffer in your wake. You are privileged not us, admit it. That's all I want, acknowledgement of deeds done against us, for the benefit of your race. It is easy yet you will not do it, because you cannot handle that weight, the pain you have caused us, because you are selfish and self-delusional. I don't hate you, just what you have that I don't.
Yes I am victim, of a system I have no say in, yet you have gained and I have only lost. Admittance is my way of bridging that gap, and then perhaps I can stop play the victim card. When I am no longer a victim of your making. But why would you? Sharing rights might as well be seen as stealing them away from you. These are the things you cannot see, these are the things that are ever present and for you constantly shoved under the covers, for you to pretend it is not there. But it is, I see it.
