Mee Kue Chong, a 67-year-old Malaysian woman, was found dead on June 27 in the town of Salcombe, 200 miles away from her home in Wembley, London after being reported missing on June 10. Her body was found decapitated in the woods off of Bennett Road. Police reported that her body had likely been there for “some days.”
Chong, who was also known as Deborah by many within her community, had been living in Wembley for over 30 years. She was described by a fellow church-goer as “a very vulnerable person, ” who also described Chong to be, “very innocent, and very trusting of people.” A post-mortem autopsy report could not find a conclusive cause of her death. But on July 6, 36 year-old Jemma Mitchell from Brondesbury Park was arrested and charged with the Murder of Chong.
Because they were surprised I spoke a different language and wanted to know what part of China my family lived in…
If I said I was from Wu Yi Dong Lu in Changji, Xinjiang, a block away from the Fei Ma Zhuan Pan (or the flying horse intersection), where the men smoking cigarettes squat on sidewalks and trees align on either side of the streets decorated with color-changing lights. Where there is little pollution that taints the endless blur of blue above me and every sign is in both Mandarin and Uyghur. Where the most tourist-attractive structure is a massive onion-shaped theatre that is supposed to look like a lotus flower, would you know where I’m from?
This drawing depicts the hands of my mother—the hands that raised me. My parents, both immigrants from Vietnam, sacrificed all they knew to give my sister and I the opportunity to achieve our own dreams. We have seen a sharp increase in attacks against Asians and Asian-Americans throughout the last year due to COVID-19. Xenophobia, racism, and hate crimes against the AAPI community have always been present in our society, but this pandemic has brought to light actions that used to take place behind closed doors. I want to give back to the AAPI community by selling 8.5” x 11” art prints of my original piece! Each print is $15. A portion of the earnings gained from these art prints will go directly to the AAPI community. Your contribution will aid victims of hate crimes, rebuild communities that have been targeted and attacked, fund programs that fight social injustices, increase education and awareness on racist policies, and much more.
As the subway trains rushed by, I wrapped my fingers around my backpack’s straps. My nails dug into their black, rough fabric as the memory flashed through my vision, as if I were in a cinema. Although it had just been a few hours ago, it felt as if it had been an eternity ago.
Holding on to the railing, I buried my nose into my thick, navy-colored jacket. The howling wind blew my hair, and it caressed my face with forced affection. I shivered, and after rubbing my frozen ears, I zipped my backpack open. After rummaging through my textbooks in what seemed like an eternity, I pulled out a sheet of paper. On it was marked a single letter in red:
So this is who you are — bright young
scholar, face like white peach. Soft and
luminous. Ripe for the picking.
TW // Discussion of gender dysphoria and transphobia/transmisia.
Dear Asian Youth,
My mother raised me in a household where my dreams had no limits and praying to Hindu deities was the norm. These deities had many forms and could present themselves in different ways; they could look like women, men, both or neither. I remember thinking at a young age, “I wish I could do that.” I promise, I don’t have a god complex. I’m just genderqueer.
Everyone has a story itching to be told. In light of the recent rise of anti-Asian hate crimes, this article aims to be a collection of authentically told Asian stories. By sharing our experiences, we hope to showcase the diversity in the Asian community and enable accurate and holistic representation. Enjoy a few stories from members of the Dear Asian Youth and TV Wasteland community.
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