If you're gonna be racist...

Know your audience....

"Well, apparently, there are a couple of girls in Wee One and the little friend's class who have been picking on the friend because of her "Chinese eyes."

I am quite sure everyone out there can just about imagine how well that goes over with me.

My mother is Asian, thus, I am half Asian. From Mom I inherited my complexion and dark hair and eyes, but not my stature. My father was Anglo. He was also a brawny man in his day with a large-boned frame and broad shoulders. Unfortunately for me, I inherited from him that large-boned frame. When I was growing up he frequently referred to me as "stout" and my father was not much of a beer drinker.

In any event, unless one is in the know or has more than a provincial outlook of those around them, few actually recognize my Asian features for what they are. Where I grew up in Louisiana it was not uncommon for people to ask or assume I was Creole or high yella, as it was referred to. Here and around South Central Texas, the grand assumption is that I am just Hispanic."...