Emil Guillermo: Why I write and go amok on behalf of Asian Americans everywhere
August 12, 2015 2:33 PM
I'm at the Asian American Journalists Association's annual convention this week, a time for personal reflection.
Why didn't I become a doctor or lawyer?
From Orwell's "Why I Write:" "From a very early age, perhaps the age of five or six, I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer." Me too, in San Francisco's Fillmore district. But there was always that TV in the background.
It's been 40 years since I first cracked open a mike or banged a keyboard professionally--meaning, someone actually paid me money--to do something in the name of journalism. ($3 an hour, KLOL, Houston, where it wasn't all LOL. Not when most Texans there thought I was Mexican.)
Since then, I've had some successes and many failures. But no more than a good baseball player who bats .300. And fails 70 percent of the time.
It's even tougher in an all-white profession like journalism in all its forms--radio, TV, newspapers. Everywhere I worked, I was usually the only Asian American, if not the only person of color in the room. And Filipino? I didn't see any. All that was true in Dallas 35 years ago, when I worked with a guy named Scott Pelley.
His official first name now is "The CBS Evening News with."
My real "Jackie Robinson" moment may have been the time I said, "It's 'All Things Considered,' I'm Emil Guillermo," as one of the hosts of NPR's flagship show in 1989. I was the first Asian American to serve as a regular senior host. But I wasn't the first Asian American to anchor a national news program. That would be Connie Chung, when she anchored at CBS.
In the past, I've joked about being the male Connie Chung.
But by ethnicity, in terms of hosting or anchoring a national news show, I would be the first Filipino American, male, female, or transgender.
When I left that job, I realized the limitations of doing the news straight. With hairspray. The stories that meant the most to me, that I was proud to have done, were always the ones about Asian Americans or Filipino Americans.
I wasn't biased, but you might say I had "skin in the game."
Or some blood.
If I didn't speak out and fight to do those stories, no one else would have. And the stories would generally go untold.
At KRON, when it was the NBC affiliate in San Francisco, I had to fight to cover the assassination of Benigno Aquino, the husband of Cory, and the leader of the anti-Marcos movement in the Philippines. It was 32 years ago this month. I was the only Filipino in the newsroom. Armed with the 1980 Census detailing the number of Filipinos in California, I persuaded the news director to send me to Manila.
At NPR, I had to fight to tell the story of Manuel Fragante, an American Filipino, who was fired from his job because he had a thick Filipino accent. His case on accent discrimination went all the way to the Supreme Court--which refused to hear his appeal. My producers finally let me do the story--once it was covered by the beat reporter for the New York Times.
The more personal stories were the ones I remember best, and they made me realize I didn't want to be Walter Cronkite. (That would be Scott's job eventually.)
I wanted to be a columnist. Like Chicago's Mike Royko. Or like Boston's Ellen Goodman. (We shared initials and a Harvard pedigree).
But an Asian American columnist? They make those? Rare diseases are more common.
I made some breakthroughs on the op-ed pages of the San Francisco Chronicle and Examiner, the Oakland Tribune, and, for a while, at the old Honolulu Star-Bulletin. I even did a few op-ed columns for USA TODAY, one where I took the Filipino Little League to task for cheating with overaged players, another where I defended Howard Stern's free speech rights (It was excerpted in his book, "Private Parts.")
The majority of my columns were commentaries on the Asian American experience. But there was only one place where I could do that on a regular basis.
The ethnic media, the underground media of our time.
At one point, San Francisco's Asian Week was considered the largest circulating English language daily on Asian America in this country. In 1995, I wrote my first "Emil Amok" column on our Asian American news star Connie Chung, and how she got Newt Gingrich's mother to tell her he had called Hillary Clinton a name that rhymes with "ditch."
I was on my way. From January 1995 to the time Asian Week pulled the plug in early 2010, I wrote about a thousand words a week--"Emil Amok" on the issues and stories important to Asian America. Sometimes seriously, sometimes with a fun tweak. But always amok.
It's the middle name on my driver's license. But the Malay term aptly described my state, where a pent up sense of everything just had to come out.
Was I angry? No, I was amok. Writing in a "murderous frenzy"? I only killed dangling participles and bad stereotypes.
The column was simply my way to make sure people knew that Asian Americans weren't voiceless--on anything that mattered.
There was a voice.
But by 2010, "Emil Amok" needed a new home.
At the annual AAJA convention (held that year in Los Angeles), I bumped into an acquaintance I'd known for years, Margaret Fung of the Asian American Legal Defense and Education Fund.
In an era when non-profits are doing more to support journalism, it seemed natural to migrate the column to AALDEF.
Now, nearly five years later, the streak of 20 years writing a weekly column on Asian American issues continues on the AALDEF site.
Twenty years, about a million or so words.
Somebody had to do it.
Because if it wasn't done, everyone would just assume we were all silent.
We're not. But when you rarely see an Asian American face on a talk show, an op-ed page, or as an analyst or regular news columnist anywhere, you know there are still gatekeepers in our society who believe Asian Americans just don't count.
On an elevated level, what I do is more than just a column, more essay. And shooting high, as the title of this piece suggests, the standard bearer is George Orwell, of course.
In his "Why I Write," Orwell says "All writers are vain, selfish, and lazy... And yet, it is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one's own personality."
While the filter is me, I don't see it as just my experience. It's all of ours. While I may not speak for Asian America (to answer those of you who say, "Who elected you, smarty pants?"), I do have a sensitivity to the experiences we all share.
And that's where I come to Orwell's bottom line. "[L]ooking back through my work, I see invariably where I lacked a political purpose that I wrote lifeless books and was betrayed into purple passages, sentences without meaning, decorative adjectives and humbug generally."
And so to coincide with the Asian American Journalists Association 2015 annual convention-- celebrating the importance of the journalists' role in our community--here's a short list of some of my more memorable "Emil Amok" columns, or "blogumns," since 2010 for the AALDEF blog that I feel are mostly humbug-free.
1. By far, I consider the best column to be my exclusive interview with the killer of Vincent Chin, Ronald Ebens. He never spent a day in prison for the murder, but says he thinks of Chin every day. I talked to him in 2012
. And then I did a second interview this year
, when the unpaid judgment on the civil suit against him continues to grow close to $10 million.
3. It hasn't been easy being an Asian American in journalism. Here I talk about my journey in the media, and my NPR period
Transgressions against Asian Americans. There are lots of them every day. Hardly any of them are mentioned in the mainstream. But they're all noticed, because they all cut deeply. Milena Clarke knows about them
. And so does a perp like Rush Limbaugh
. And most of the time, Asian Americans just take it. They hold it in. They don't go amok.
Affirmative action is the wedge of the day, whenever a wedge user wants to invoke it. Now some Asian Americans have discovered it and they're not going away. It's the new Asian American civil war
And finally, when April 1st comes along, there is an excuse for something like this
. Did I mention I was the class humorist at Harvard? I had a lot of competition, like Bill Gates, the funny guy who gave us Windows.
Thank you for being part of the amokness.
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Emil Guillermo is an independent journalist/commentator.
Updates at www.amok.com. Follow Emil on Twitter, and like his Facebook page.
The views expressed in this blog do not necessarily represent AALDEF's views or policies.
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