Hitting people indiscriminately

There is a confusing trend of Korean and Japanese people being beaten up as Chinese in the United States.

Violence is not right. What is confusing is why Koreans and Japanese are mistaken for Chinese. In terms of taste and temperament, a Japanese person walking in the streets of Paris, London, or New York, his or her dress, manner, and appearance reveal a set of codes that a savvy foreigner should have been able to distinguish thirty years ago. For example, if the same artists or creators appear at the Cannes Film Festival, Ryuichi Sakamoto and Zhang Yimou stand on stage as one pair, and Zhang Ziyi and Hitomi Kuroki as another pair, French people who have knowledge of the East Asian film market will be able to tell at a glance.

As for the Koreans, comparison is a problem, because in between. In foreign countries, I have seen the big mother travel group in Korea, middle-aged women are dyed black hair, wearing pants, clothing color is more vulgar, only not to one like a big red lantern that will walk, the other like a big human popcorn. There is a little bit of noise decibel, but if measured by instruments, it is still far below Dalian or Shandong, which are a sea away. With a little cultural experience, these three levels can be distinguished.

During the plague, the grassroots in Western civilized countries had some mood swings, but with the popularity of the international platform of Netflix movies, Westerners could not distinguish these three types of people on the street. Whether it is because people of Japanese and Korean descent have been slackening their dress and manners over the past few years without realizing it, or whether Westerners’ sense of touch and ability to distinguish is greatly dulled, this is a deep-seated issue worth studying.

Thirty years ago, in Los Angeles, Chinatown and Japantown, there was a clear distinction.

On college campuses, the very few Japanese students were highly conscious of their hair, their clothes, their dress, and they all knew to deliberately draw a line between them and their neighbors. The boys all have Takuya Kimura haircuts, minimalist plain black clothing – MUJI helps a lot in this regard – although also introverted, eyes subtle and never flashing, coming out of the library, a green apple with a customer sandwich, with a few American and International Students Sitting on the green grass in autumn, half of the yellow leaves, distant to the main campus of the century-old clock tower, laughing and talking in harmony, there is an overall sense of visual harmony between the people and the landscape, itself like a plate of decorative and Food. The only young man of Asian descent sitting in the middle is from Japan, as you can see from the sidelines.

It has always been c is c is d is d, but now there are frequent Japanese and Korean people who are mistakenly beaten, what is going on? Is it because globalization has made all colors smell as one, or are the Western locals lazy and not doing their homework anymore? Either way, the lack of aesthetics is a widespread problem. After all, the next generation in the West no longer reads poetry, listens less to classical Music, and does not go to church – gradually they themselves cannot distinguish the difference between Gothic architecture and Baroque, and the lowest racists, who only see the single yellow skin item, do not know that this cannot be Taken out of context, for the sake of the skin color, to match other elements, there are many layers. This is the hidden degradation of the whole civilization, which is really wretched.