Riding in a flamboyant purple vehicle, Ja Du shows up to a coffee shop to open up about his new identity.
Ja Du, born a white male named Adam, now considers himself a Filipino. Turns out the purple ride he drives around in is called a Tuk Tuk, an Asian-derived vehicle used for public transit in the Philippines he says.
Ja Du is part of a small, but growing community of people who considers themselves transracial. It refers to someone born one race, but identifies with another.
Call me old fashioned, call me a bigot, call me daddy, whatever, but I’m going on the record of saying that this is the stupidest thing I’ve read all day. See, I understand transsexualism. Yea it’s still weird as shit to me, but I understand that some people are born as one gender and their brain is another gender. Once again, I have no clue how it works, and will admittedly still do a double take when I see a six foot five chick on the train, but I’m cool with it.
On the other hand, trans-racialism is an entirely different ball game. Maybe it’s just because I don’t see color and treat everyone the same, but I’m not buying it. You can’t just change races because you like another race’s food. That’s not how it works. That’s cheating. I’m sorry, Adam, but you’re stuck with the race you were born with.
For example, I love burritos. Does that mean I can wake up one day and call myself Hispanic? No. Also mostly because the burritos I get are from American fast food restaurants. I’m not great at parallel parking either, you don’t see me filling out forms stating that I’m Asian. I also enjoy watching and playing basketball. Doesn’t mean that I can start walking around in blackface. It’s bad taste. I won’t even change my race to Alaskan American (the politically correct term for Eskimo I just looked up) despite loving a good snowball fight. But that’s just me being a world citizen in 2017.
That being said, if I could change races, I would change in a heartbeat. Being white is so overrated. Like yea police don’t shoot me, and I can do anything I want, and also have just about every advantage in the world, but I also suck at sports and dancing. So if a couple more speeding tickets and centuries of racism and prejudice means that I can add a couple extra inches on my vertical, and cut some seconds off my forty time, then I am 100% in.
Being a White Irish kid sucks. First off, the food is awful. I’m stuck here eating baked potatoes, while all my Italian friends eat all the pasta and carbs that they want. You know how sad the Irish are? We relied on an economy based solely on potatoes, and then were shocked when it didn’t work out. “Hey guys you see these brown circular things that keep growing out of the ground?” “Oh you mean the one’s that taste like absolute shit?” “Yea, let’s build an entire country around them.”
St. Patrick’s day is also so overrated. You think I want to wake up early on a rainy day in March and start drinking at 8am? Yea, I absolutely do, which is why it’s so terrible. Stop enabling me. It’s like my own people are cheering for me to wake up in a ditch. The only cool thing about Irish culture is the leprechauns, and there’s no doubt in my mind that they exist. Growing up around Boston, I can tell you that short red headed guys who drink a lot and are sort of mean are far from a myth.
So yea, it’s pretty weird and stupid that this white guy thinks he’s Filipino, but so is this website. Real recognize real. I guess we’re not that different. (We are completely different)