Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Food and Racism

There have been some interesting posts on this topic at Racialicious and at Zuky (quoted below). These posts are sparked by a resurgence of the typical stuff: "flied lice" jokes, cat eating and so on.

What I find rather amazing is that so many non-Asians continue to find these moronic clichés funny and/or fascinating, to the point that lurid stories about tainted Chinese food have been at or near the top of corporate fake-news for weeks.

I suppose part of it is that eating is among our most primeval physical activities, along with having sex; so it's easy for lizard-brained racists to focus their disgust and derision on those two basic areas: both emasculating and hypersexualizing our bodies, both grossed out and intrigued by our food, repulsed yet attracted by our exoticized ways. I think Tony Bourdain was on the money when he connected fear of dirty food with fear of dirty people.


This is especially interesting to me because a) I've held a lot of food service jobs when I was young, some of them in quite filthy locations b) I've encountered food-based racism.

I remember in 5th grade, I was having lunch in our portable with the rest of my class. I went to one of those schools so overpopulated that half the classes were held in rickety trailers, called "portables". My mother had fixed me a nice obento with fried noodles. As I was eating my noodles a boy at the other end of table yelled "They're worms! she's eating WORMS! GROSS! WORMS!"

I didn't take this sitting down. In fact, I stuffed as many of the noodles as I could into my mouth, got up, and started chewing on them as I walked over to his end of the table. Then I spit them out all over the top of his head. Then he threw up. The teacher had to call a "code red" over the intercom for an emergency janitorial visit. We both got in trouble -- and I almost never got in trouble at school -- but boy was it worth it!

I think the Zuky post really gets to the root of the issue, so I don't have much else to add other than that anecdote. Maybe I'll continue this post later and talk about the weird racial dynamics of the restaurant industry in Miami.

5 comments:

CA Momma said...

Yes!!! I would have loved to see that! As it is, I can imagine him with this huge surprised look and noodles all over his head.

Diamond said...

A year ago my hubs moved me to small-town hell in Iowa and to my surprise (I guess I shouldn't have been but I was) the food racism here is mostly confined to Chinese and Mexican foods. I have now taken to staying pretty much in my house and keeping my mouth shut for fear of being burned in effigy in the so-called town square!

Rumpus and Ruckus walk into a kitchen... said...

Even in the west coast, I find that as i get older, the food racism blends with sexism for a nice, appetizing meal (being sarcastic here). So many times, I have heard the asian female anatomy compared to "exotic" sushi and sashimi.... UGH.

Kai said...

atlasien, that anecdote is priceless and I'm so proud of you for responding the way you did! I've gotten the "ew worms" thing before too while eating noodles, and also "thousand year old rotten eggs" while eating (drum roll) boiled eggs. I may have gotten into some trouble but I don't think I was ever so creative as to chew it up and spit on some dimwit's head, inducing a reversal of fortune for that person! Anyway thanks for the linkage.

Cheers.

Christie D. said...

We lived in a provincial part of England for 3 years, after being in Japan for 7 years. I remember in particular one time I went out with English co-workers for 7 p.m. drinks with food. I mentioned that I had just had a little snack at home, since dinner would be late - that I had just had "a small bowl of a typical Japanese dish which is errr... (wait, she is not going to appreciate this! but it's too late now...) rice mixed up with (errr...) raw egg and soy sauce, with bits of seaweed on top." Indeed, she gave me a weird look, and it didn't help that she was a mental health nurse!

Well, what did I expect in a place where the most well-educated, posh and cool nurse in the place kept telling other people, "This is Christie, who is our administrative assistant, but she's moving to Hong Kong soon." I had this weird mental image every time... "Must I really move to Hong Kong? But I am so looking forward to my move back to beautiful Hokkaido, Japan."