#white dad

I am wasian. My father is white, my mother is Japanese. I live in America. We speak English at home. I know barely any Japanese and I hate myself for it. I can’t talk, I can’t listen. I can’t hold a conversation version with my grandparents. Well, grandparent. I missed the chance to speak to my jiji (grandpa), before he passed away.

I’m going to Japan this summer with my mom. She wants me to study there. But I should know a little to get a head start. I should have started. But my head tells me I’m not good enough and I’m too old to try. That my accent is horrid and my grammar is worse. All my other children of immigrant parent friends are practically fluent and I feel horrible that I do not meet that level.

- Polos, margaritaville, khakis, horrible jokes

The biggest proof of white privilege is my own dad’s prison history. When I was in the 4th grade my dad robbed a bank with a bomb he made. When he was finally caught he only got sentenced to five years and he got out in 3.