Indians, cosseted by stories about their success in America, often think they are the golden immigrants, the good ones, guests who can come for dinner. And stay. Perhaps now the blinders will come off, writes Sandip Roy
What a strange time it is to be Indian in America.
First, we hear South Carolina might soon have an Indian-American governor (One endorsed by Sarah Palin!). Then, Californian company Zazzle popped up skateboards with Hindu gods on them.
And then Time magazine columnist Joel Stein decided to make a joke about Dotbusters in his magazine. No wonder our gods have multiple heads. This is a mind-boggling lot to keep up with. And I am not even pondering if Ganesha mouse pads violate any sacred cows.
Dotbusters, for those who missed the '80s, were street gangs who attacked South Asians in places like Jersey City where many immigrants had moved. Their goal was simple -- kick the immigrants out. Literally.
One of those immigrants, Navroze Mody, died after being bashed with bricks. Another, Kaushal Saran, a doctor, was beaten and left unconscious on a busy street corner. Homes were robbed. Women were harassed.
Joel Stein, in his essay about his old hometown of Edison, New Jersey, has this to say about that little bit of history. 'In retrospect, I question just how good our schools were if 'dot heads' was the best racist insult we could come up with for a group of people whose gods have multiple arms and an elephant nose.'
Of course, Stein will plead satire. And ask Indians not to be so thin-skinned. And anyway Ganesha has an elephant head, not just a nose. And anyway what are Indian Americans going to do if they don't like it? Challenge him to a spelling bee?
Of course, Stein doesn't mean he is in any way in favour of Indians having their heads bashed in. Why, in the piece he says he actually liked some of the Indians that moved in. At least the smart ones, the dorky ones who liked to play Dungeons and Dragons. The problem was the smart ones brought in their less smart cousins ('merchants') and the merchants brought in 'their even-less-bright cousins, and we started to understand why India is so damn poor.'
This is immigration reform in a nutshell.
Give us your engineers, but not your cabbies and Dunkin Donut-wallas. Except those cabbies and 7/11 owners and motel proprietors work damn hard for their little piece of the American dream.
I think in a way the Indian community is also so obsessed with its presidential scholars and spelling bee champs, with its Indra Nooyis and Dr Sanjay Guptas, it gives short shrift to the little guys, the ones that run gas stations on baking highways in the middle of nowhere, take classes during the day and work graveyard shift at the 7/11. They are the muscle and sinew of our community.
But to Joel Stein, they are just so much litter strewn all over his old hometown. That's his problem -- too many Indians.
His Pizza Hut is an Indian
The problem is not really the strip mall. The problem is the foreignness of the strip mall. 'Whenever I go back, I feel what people in Arizona talk about: a sense of loss and anomie and disbelief that anyone can eat food that spicy.'
Whoa, Stein, are you saying the road to SB 1070 (harsh new anti-immigrant law) is paved with too many lunch buffets? Perhaps it's good he said that. Indians, cosseted by stories about their success in America, often think they are the golden immigrants, the good ones, guests who can come for dinner. And stay.
When SB 1070 passed, many Indian Americans in Arizona welcomed it. For them it was a way of drawing a shining line between the good immigrant and the bad (or at least undocumented) one. Perhaps now the blinders will come off. I wonder what Nikki Haley, South Carolina's front runner for governor and ardent supporter of Arizona's SB 1070, makes of this.
For Edison's old timers brown is brown. Too many curry shacks is not that different from too many taquerias. We are all Mexicans now. When Joel Stein goes to Edison, he 'feels' what people in Arizona talk about. It's not about the papers you carry inasmuch as the 'I-am-not-against-immigration-just-illegal-immigration' folks would have you believe. It is about the way you look, the food you eat, and the accent you have. It is about the sense that you are taking over the strip mall.
This American anxiety about its browning will not change. A recent study said white birth rates in California were declining faster than expected. Expect the backlash to rise. There'll be no chai served at this Tea Party.
At one level I can understand. It does hurt to feel not that the old neighbourhood is gone but that a huge extended family has moved into it, and they all know each other and have loud boisterous potlucks you are not invited to while you are hunkered down at home, watching the History Channel.
I will always remember The New York Times story about an old lady in a little town that turned on immigrants saying when the Mexicans moved in next door, she had no one to play canasta with any more.
But you know what Joel Stein, if you'd talked a little more to the parents of those kids with whom you had played Dungeons and Dragons, they would have told you the simple truth long ago. You are just learning it now. But every immigrant knows it. It's the first axiom of immigration -- a painfully self-evident truth. You can't go home again.
Sandip Roy hosts Up Front, a culture radio program on KALW 91.7 in the San Francisco Bay Area. He is associate editor with Pacific News Services and New California Media. He has won the Katha Prize for Indian-American fiction
