We’ve got some great Thanksgiving topics this year at our Asian American family
table, but did anyone figure the first course would kick off with, “So anyone
thankful they didn’t get harassed this year? How about the last 30?”
It’s prime for a bunch of “me too” moments, and in a bit I will share mine.
If you haven’t noticed, we are in a strange time sexually where a Victorian-type
reckoning has come upon us, beating back the anarchists and redefining the lines
of civil flirtation in the age of digital promiscuity.
Turns out it’s all generational. Those analog moments just aren’t cool anymore.
YouGov and The Economist did a survey of 1,000 Americans Nov. 4, and asked:
“Would you consider it sexual harassment if a man, who was not a romantic
partner did the following…”
The choices were limited to “looking at breasts,” “placing a hand on the lower
back,” and “commenting on attractiveness.”
Of course, females over males generally thought it was always or usually
inappropriate. But the surprising difference was that younger males, 18-30, were
always more prudish and respectful than those horn dog males aged 64 and up (not
And that was the key line that emerged, which, of course, coincides with most of
the names dragged out since the Harvey Weinstein reporting began the deluge. Men
in their 60s and up. Most notably, I’d say Donald Trump would be at the top of
the list. He’s hidden behind the presidency, but his failure to condemn Alabama
GOP Senate candidate Roy Moore, while speaking out against Democratic Sen. Al
Franken, is thick, thick hypocrisy.
Trump still has more than a dozen women at the ready with accusations against
him, the self-described “pussy grabber.”
At a time when we need a unifying moral leader to acknowledge this is a new era
for women, civil rights, and justice in America, we have exactly the wrong
person in office.
Not only do we have someone intent on rolling back progress made over the last
50 years, we have an unrepentant perp, who likes it the way it used to be.
It defines the generation gap.
Sexual harassment wasn’t even a thing until the late 1970s, that only grew as
more women began working. The EEOC didn’t have a definition for it until 1980.
Between 1980 and 1985, The Economist reports there were just 16 cases of
sexual harassment. It wasn’t until 1986, when the Supreme Court ruled that the
1964 Civil Rights Act applied and made companies liable for harassment, that the
complaints grew. In the last 30 years, there have been 400,000 complaints
And there would be even more. The EEOC estimated in 2016 that 25 to 85 percent
of women faced harassment at some point in their working lives.
All we needed were more empowered workers to come forward and say “me too.”
My “Me Too”Moment
Society is finally waking up, as more people come forward. But one thing that
studies have shown is that non-white women are no more at risk than whites–no
matter how many Asian fetish cycles we’ve been through in pop culture.
So race is not so much a factor. Neither is sexual preference. The Terry Crews
and Kevin Spacey incidents show that gay or straight, harassment is a thing. The
sociobiology in all this is strong. Genes want to replicate, or at least exert
The point is it’s not really about sex. It’s really just power.
In my experience coming up in the media business from the ’70s, I was often the
only Asian American or Filipino in the room, in places like Boston, Houston,
Dallas, St. Louis, Reno, Sacramento, Washington D.C., and yes, even in San
Was it harassment when a female superior commented on the size of my feet? And
not because she wanted to assure I had comfortable shoes for work, but rather
because one appendage is an informal indicator for more intimate one and, well,
now everyone is looking at my feet and more.
It came up in those open circle meetings, where we all sat legs crossed, feet
dangling under notes and papers, and then the discussion turns from story topics
to one’s shoe size. More than once.
Imagine a male exec talking to a female about the size of her bra cup.
I didn’t know how to react.
In another instance, a male superior, a known bully, grabbed me by the lapels.
Only in the movies, right? In real life, the boss crossed the line. But it
wasn’t about sex. Just power.
Situations also came up in the field. As a reporter, I would talk to important
officials of public and private institutions. During one interview, I asked a
pointed question and the person interviewed didn’t appreciate it. He grabbed me
by the neck as if the physical threat would keep me from reporting the truth. He
was just exerting his will, trying to overpower me.
It didn’t work. I did my report, which was negative against the person. But I
never spoke out about how I got my story, or of any of these situations that
happened to me.
You want to work again, right? You don’t want to be branded a troublemaker,
right? You don’t want to be blackballed, do you?
I was caught in a different era, when I was happy to be in the room. But I was
focused on race, not about sex or power. Was I wronged? Yes. But would anyone
listen to me?
In the end, my response was typically Asian American. I did not rock the boat.
But I was ready if something ever happened again. It didn’t. But I also never
got where I had hoped in my career.
In retrospect, I wish I had spoken out and challenged the power. It may have
helped others following the same path.
I wish I had the courage of the people coming forward today.
It may have hastened this moment of progress and change that is clearly upon us.
Apu and You
As I wrote this, I caught Hari Kondabolu’s excellent documentary, “The Problem
with Apu,” on The Simpsons‘ stereotypical character Apu, who is voiced by the
white actor Hank Azaria. (Look for it on iTunes, TruTV, and AmazonTV.)
As a voice guy, I appreciate Azaria’s talent. But shouldn’t the accented Apu be
done by a South Asian?
That was Kondabolu’s position, and if you haven’t understood this take, it’s not
about political correctness. It’s really the fine line between not so ok-racist
okey-doke and authentic humor. Apu doing odd things on the show can be funny.
But a white man doing the caricatured fake Asian voice adds the sinister sting
of white privilege. Laughing at you. Not with you, bud.
It speaks to the invisibility and emasculated sense of the Asian American male.
No power. Unless, we all speak out and tell The Simpsons to zip it.
I’m sensitive to all this in more ways than one. I’ve just come off doing my one
man show, “Amok Monologues: All Pucked Up,” where I tell a story about using an
accent to deflate white privilege at Harvard. It was my defining moment in
Ironically, many of The Simpsons creators and I were members of the same humor
organization. We didn’t share the same sense of humor. And as it happened,
moments of strength were often upended by more confusion and compromise.
But that was then, and this is now. In our diverse world of 2017, lines are
moving in a new direction establishing what’s acceptable and not.
Apu’s continued existence shows us there are still many lines left to draw and
For the harassers and bullies of yesterday, it’s a change that cannot be
resisted or denied.
Emil Guillermo is an independent journalist/commentator. Updates at www.amok.com. Follow Emil on Twitter, and like his Facebook page. The views expressed in his blog do not necessarily represent AALDEF’s views or policies.