One of the golden rules if you’re a journalist is to cover the story, not to become the story. You must also understand that while you may have thoughts and opinions, your job is to convey the facts accurately and without bias.
And yet as the coronavirus pandemic continues to dominate the news, one issue I have not covered is the increasing number of racially-motivated attacks against Asian people. I’ve read the articles about this from San Francisco to New York and across the pond in London.
In one week, more than 650 racist acts against Asian-Americans were reported in a new online reporting forum designed to help combat this new bigotry spreading alongside coronavirus.
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I’ve started to see fellow Asian-American journalists stepping outside of their comfort zone with social media posts and op-eds, particularly in the Bay Area where I grew up, and where hate crimes against Asians were already in the news before the pandemic.
Then I was asked if I would weigh in, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, the first time I’ve ever tweeted directly to the president was when he started calling COVID-19 the “Chinese virus.” My tweet read, “Can you please call it the coronavirus or COVID-19 because calling it the Chinese virus encourages more racism and hate crimes.”
He doubled down and continued to call the Chinese virus.
And while I’m heartened by lawmakers on both sides of the political aisle, alongside celebrities and activists, condemning those remarks, it was a raw reminder that even in the highest circles of power, flames of racism can flare up easily and spread quickly. Even a White House correspondent reported that an administration official called COVID-19 the “kung flu” to her face, sparking a Twitter flurry. Some supported her, others called her a liar because she wouldn’t identify the person.
Joke or slur, I started to think about all the times people put me in a category or judged me because of how I looked. Usually no one can even figure out “which type of Asian” I am. Thai? Chinese? Korean? “Ohhhhh Vietnamese, but you look more Thai,” is a conversation I’ve had more than once.
When I was little, neighborhood boys in the Bay Area would sing, “We are Siamese if you please,” while pulling their eyelids up and making faces at me. When I first started reporting in Orlando, people would yell, “Hey it’s Connie Chung!” which, while dated, was a reference I didn’t actually mind that much. She was the first person I saw on network TV who looked remotely like me. And when I was in Reno, people emailed my station to ask, “Why can’t she speak English?”
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All of this I’ve shrugged off. I’ve never focused on what my race did or didn’t do for me. It was simply a part of me, immutable. If someone treated me differently for my skin color, gender, or immigrant background, I found ways around them and those obstacles. My philosophy for most of life: Don’t stress about the things I can’t change. Spend energy on the things I can.
I can’t change my race or ethnicity, but I can offer my words and my actions to encourage people to pause and take stock of the words flying around right now. There are lawmakers who want to call this the “Wuhan virus,” despite warnings from world health leaders who say we should no longer name diseases in this way.
Why? Because of exactly what’s happening. Racism can become acceptable, normalized. One of the saddest things I read was not just about someone being attacked, it was the victim saying how alone he felt because of the dozens of people who stood by, seemingly in silent acceptance that the violence was warranted.









