Khanh

Recently, on my trip to New Delhi from Vancouver, I was almost detained at Heathrow Airport in London, as the UK immigration officers believed I did not have the necessary travel documents. I was asked to sign a form to acknowledge that I was being detained for attempting to enter the UK illegally, which was never my intention (I was en route to India!). If I were Caucasian looking and carrying a Canadian passport, would you even stop me? Just because there were episodes of Vietnamese illegally immigrating to the UK doesn’t mean that all Vietnamese passport holders are illegal immigrants, sir.

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“You sound like you’re Vietnamese. Are you here to study?” the cab driver peered at my reflection the in the rear-view mirror.

“Yes I’m studying high school here”.

“Oh good then, ‘coz you know, a lot of Vietnamese girls come to Singapore, and they go work in Geylang (the red light district in Singapore)” the cab driver responded with a smile, as if he were relieved on my behalf that I’m not like my hapless country (wo)men who have to earn a living by selling their bodies.

So just because I’m a Vietnamese girl living in Singapore, you’d have to assume that I work in the red light district? But what if I did work there, so what? That doesn’t mean that I’m stripped off all my dignity, that I’m the unwanted element of the society.

I’m a Vietnamese. I’m a woman. And that should be okay wherever I live, or wherever I go.