Somebody asked to post Asian experiences, and I would like to do that. Sorry for being long winded, but I think my family's story and many like mine (which I would think is the norm and not the exception) is important to recognize.
My great grandparents (originally from the Philippines) came here from Hawaiian plantations. They realized that the working conditions in Hawaii were not good (dirt floors for their living quarters) and the main land just had more to offer. My grandfather came here in that move, and attended Santa Cruz High School.
In this interview from 1998 (video posted below) my grandfather talks about his relationships with white people. While it wasn't the best, white people, especially Santa Cruz Italians, were the most generous and welcoming people to an ethnically rare person. My grandfather used to tell my mother and her siblings "I could've taught you to hate the white man" and what he meant by that was he could've taught them that, but that wouldn't be honest.
My grandfather, and other poor Filipino immigrants, worked for, with, and live in predominantly white communities, and when he eventually passed away - outside of my family members - white people were there.
Fast forward to 1957, when my dad came here at the age of 17. My grandmother was widowed when he was 6 yrs old and never remarried, and NOTHING was left for my dad in the Philippines but low wage jobs, government corruption, and gang life (he almost stabbed a guy one night in a nightclub). So, right before the height of the Civil Rights movement, a small, poor, brown kid with a thick accent came to the US with a backpack and dream.
My dad finished his education and became an engineer, and worked through the corporate ladder for nearly 4 decades. He worked with and for white men, who entrusted him in his decision making, and promoted him and gave him pay raises based on the quality of his work. Calculating and adjusting for inflation, my dad, at his career peak, was making the equivalent to $500K/year of today's money. These old, rich white men very much respected that small, brown dude who was my dad. My dad was tenacious (he was a 2nd degree Shotokan black belt belt), hardworking, and wouldn't let his ethnicity be a factor in his life.
To the day, my dad's best friend is an old white guy, whom he met at the local ukulele club. They perform together and hang out all the time.
Fast forward to me. I'm married to a white woman who's 12 years my younger, extremely successful and a goddamn knockout 10. I am successful in my own career, again, working for a company mostly run by old white guys. My stepson is 1/2 Native American, and is a handsome young man. We've traveled all over the place. Nobody looks at us funny, nobody says anything derogatory... and in fact, we get compliments all the time as being a "beautiful family". All over the country and in foreign lands, and we have received zero negative experiences as a mixed family.
My brother is married to a white woman and they have mixed kids (obviously).
We are an AMERICAN story. Our experience is truly American, where white people and all kinds of people have been integrated into this "Asian experience", and for that I couldn't be more grateful.
I remember being in college and these Filipinos at SJSU wanted me to join their Fil Am group. Like "hey, you're Filipino, so you should join us" and I was utterly confused. The ONLY thing we had in common was our race? Not our likes, hobbies, religion, recreational activities... none of that. Just our ethnicity? I just recall back when my dad used to tell me of the Filipinos he went to college with calling him "white washed" and basically a "race traitor". I was like "no thanks".
So, the times that I can definitely point racism was an issue in my life was less than a handful of times (maybe 3 times?), and God knows it hasn't defined me. I am so grateful for the people in my life, and race never mattered to me, or my family. All the talk of us vs. them makes no sense to me. The narrative of woke segregation makes no sense to me, and why it's being pushed so hard. What kind of life would've this have been if it wasn't mixed with other races and cultures? Like, I don't buy from a store, watch a movie, or support something because it's "Black owned" or "Asian owned". That would be more racist than anything else, and from my perspective, un-American.
Lastly, I teach martial arts at a karate dojo and I am a striking coach at an MMA gym. I was talking to a fellow boxer about self defense yada yada yada and he says "Dion, ain't nobody gonna mess with you... just look at you..." and he's right. Nobody messes with me, so maybe that's a thing, too.
Here's my grandparent's interview, where they do talk about racism and such and their American experience. It took a bit for me to conserve this video and keep a digital copy of it. If you're interested in Filipino American history, here's a pretty good nibble of it through my grandparents. Both lived into their mid-90's.
Sorry for the long post, but I'm kinda tired of woke segregation. Like labeling me "Asian". Label me the person I am, not the color I was born with. I didn't have a choice to be Asian, so it doesn't define me.