🇲🇰 An ESTJ’s 4 stages of rage after hearing 'Ching Chong' in Europe for the first time♨️ Wait, wh...
Hello 😄
Today, I finally uploaded a video that I had been debating for about two months about whether or not to upload after editing it.
Since it involves the sensitive topic of racism, I didn't want to create anyone who might feel offended or hurt by watching it.
I also had a desire to just make happy and peaceful travel videos.
However, since reality isn't a fairy tale, I decided to boldly go ahead and upload it.
Although it was just a minor incident that warranted such a long introduction, I believe that we must keep talking about it so that racist language like "ching chang chong" will gradually disappear.
In countries with high racial sensitivity, simply saying "Konichiwa" or "Nihao" to an Asian person without any context is considered racist.
When traveling in Eastern Europe, Asians are extremely rare, so people didn't know better and assumed they were saying "Nihao" or "Konichiwa" to me. Since that is just a greeting for "hello," I honestly didn't feel very good about it, but I would just smile and wave back, saying hello again.
But "ching chang chong" is different. They know, too, that "ching chang chong" is a racist term.
About 20 years ago, when the concept of racial sensitivity didn't even exist, there were many people who would say "Konichiwa" or "Nihao" to me while I was on business trips or traveling in Europe.
However, now, they overwhelmingly ask "Where are you from?" first.
I believe these changes occurred because they learned through media or school that saying "ching chang chong," as well as "Nihao" and "Konichiwa," to Asians is racist.
During this trip, I realized that travel is all about the scenery, weather, people, and food; and if I had to choose just one thing, it would be the people.
No matter how hot it is, how inconvenient the transportation is, or how unsuitable the food is, I felt a desire to stay longer in places where the people were kind.
During this trip through Eastern Europe, the Balkans, Turkey, and Georgia, I heard "ching chang chong" twice for the first time in my life, in Bulgaria and North Macedonia. With just that one magical word, "ching chang chong," delicious food and beautiful UNESCO-designated scenery became meaningless, and I even found myself thinking I never wanted to come back to this country again.
This incident served as a turning point, making me vow that if I happen to see a foreigner experiencing racial discrimination after returning to Korea, I will not stay silent.
Thank you so much for watching this video on a somewhat blood-pressure-raising topic and for reading this long post.
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