Sanford

Sanford was not the name of an asian. He thought about this as he rose in the morning and headed out the door for his first class. Were his parents overcompensating for the harsh treatment they recieved for having the audacity to be american citizens when the country was at war with Japan. Even if they were, the only Sanford, Sanford could think of was that black guy that owned a junkyard. How does that make him more american he wondered. He didn't think he needed the name to be more american, it was his birthright, the only thing he had ever known. People asked him where are you from? I was born in Portland but i moved to Minnesota when I was three, he usually didn't say all that, usually he just said Portland. There response would always be no I meant where did your parents come from? Oh well they were born in California, how he wished he could move there. Oh no I meant what nationality are you. Oh I am American. Oh I mean what ethnicity are you? Ahhh I am Japanese. He always knew that this was what they were going for from the beginning but why not make them spell it out, stumble over their inquirys, maybe question why they would question him in the first place. he knew that they would not really do this though, they probably thought that he didn't understand them. No he understood, black hair and asian eyes don't blend in with snow. Why would a real asian even vaction in this hick ass minnesota town. He should have told them all he was an asian movie star, they would never know, the most they knew about him was that he looked different. It seemed like That's all most people need to know. There were other asians, usually south east asian, some vietnamese, hmongs, cambodians, the Japanese and Chinese were a little more scarce.