Today I read on Facebook that for Native Americans white people were the original "illegal immigrants." That's how we feel here. For one thing, we are still UNDOCUMENTED, after days of either sitting in immigration offices or flying to Jakarta, of being finger-printed on all ten fingers, and of countless photos being taken. (I lost count after the original 19 have been supplemented about three times with six more here, four there. You get the picture.)
There's another aspect to the whiteness. We are what the Indonesians call "bule" (sp?). We are foreign because we are white and everyone else is brown. So they don't actually know where we are from, which is new for me, because I'm used to being tagged as American right away. Here we could pass for Aussies or even Europeans.
And another ironic aspect of the whiteness is the vast array of whitening creams seen in even ordinary small shops. Everyone, or at least those who buy the creams, and nearly everyone we see on television, wants to be more white. I have tried to tell them that in America everyone wants a tan to look more like them! What a funny world we live in.
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