New year, new me

NewYearMoet

© 2015 Jules Xiong

New year

New me

Every piece

Inner peace

Self love

Meditation and

Determination

Hoping to create

A world to celebrate

This year

No fear

And no hate

But with patience

No wars

And a clear conscience

As we are all on this Earth

True love we must unearth

For each other

Our mothers, fathers

Sisters, brothers

Sons and daughters

And Mother Nature

And Father Time

Because love is in our nature

It’s natural

All we’ve got is one life

That’s factual

It’s enough time

For us all to make a difference

I’m trying to, with this rhyme

So let’s feast and

Bring peace

Hold your glasses up

This year

Is The Year

Cheers!

 

-Jules X

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End Game 

© 2015 Jules Xiong

They were struggling to stay alive

So they bought the man’s lies

But truth be told

The lies grew old

They needed more proof

More than the shingles on their roof

When they were dying to live

They said anything is what they would give

What they didn’t know

Is that they would lose their souls

Their bodies would become weak

Their minds would go numb

Chasing the dream, trying to get some

Their hearts would break

To see their children take

Their struggles and sacrifices in vain

And fall into the man’s cycle again

What will end them is the pain

Of knowing they fell for the man’s plans

As this was his end game.

-Jules X

Make up and Race

When I look in the mirror
I must face
That all I can see
Is my American Race
But I am not a disgrace
I am thankful
For my ethnic beauty and grace
Although I cover and try to erase
With trial and error
The scars of racism slashes upon my face
I am diversity, I am human,
And I belong in this place
Right here and right now I am me,
I am the American Race

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Ethnic fashion and ethics

Little village Hmong girls

Tribal and ethnic prints are everywhere. Fashion and design are deeply embedded in my roots as a Hmong American. Hmong women have designed and sewn their own clothing for thousands of years. I started cross-stitching in first grade and watched my mother sew all our traditional Hmong clothes for the annual Hmong New Year’s Festival. Today, you can find Hmong-inspired jewelry and fashion almost everywhere. When I was a young girl, sewing with my mom, sisters and cousins were special bonding moments. It’s when we shared secrets, gossiped and traded patterns. Below is a piece I made in collaboration by my mom and sister.

Mothersworks

All over the Internet from Etsy to Instagram, third parties sell authentic Hmong text tiles from Vietnam, Thailand and other parts of Asia. I wonder if these third parties are making a profit. These third parties are sometimes travelers and most of the time boutique shops. When I see these familiar items being sold online at high prices, I can’t help but feel hurt, upset and a little betrayed. Are the women and young girls who created these beautiful purses, earrings, necklaces, skirts or jackets getting the short end of the stick? I wonder what the living conditions are for the ethnic minority Hmong women and young girls who make these beautiful items. I wonder if somehow these Southeast Asian Hmong women can cut out the middlemen and sell their items online themselves. I’m not sure if they have access to electricity or running water, not to mention own a computer. I don’t know what jobs are available to the self-subsisting and often poor ethnic Hmong of these developing countries. I’d like to find out.

Vietnamese Hmong Women Cross StitchingPhoto above by Brian Snelson

North Vietnam Market

The cloth looks closely familiar even though I only see it from my laptop screen. I know how many hours it takes to make just one cross-stitch pattern for a sleeve. It’s countless hours for a skirt or jacket. I imagine my hands holding the needle and painstakingly stitching the pattern together, picking out the colorful thread one by one that has already been neatly organized next to me. I cry a little inside imagining how proud the Hmong woman or girl would have felt of this piece and to see it being sold for such a high price, how many days would this item have fed their family?

I set out on the world wide web to investigate. Tales of travelers trekking through Vietnam tell of the Hmong women selling their flower cloth. These travelers’ blog posts are a limited point of view. We can’t possibly tell how the women are living except by examining their health from appearances. Their bodies are elaborately layered and therefore don’t give much away.

I found some research by Associate Professor Sarah Turner about highland Hmong ethnic minority semi-subsistence farmers in North Vietnam. You can read more about it here: Associate Professor Sarah Turner’s Research. Professor Turner made me think. Maybe the Hmong in Southeast Asia are content in their way of life and the sales of their text tiles are priced appropriately to help them earn a decent living, to their knowledge of a standard of living. Who am I to impose my first world view of standards of living on them?

Outsourcing and the globalization make companies more profitable. They, in turn, can offer cheaper products to their end users. These Hmong women do not work in factories and there is nobody to oversee their labor conditions. Their products are not being mass marketed either but they are being put on display on the internet and being sold at a far more expensive price. You can argue that the traveler is simply offering a service and supplying the goods demanded by consumers who cannot travel to South East Asia. You can also argue that the profit they make are to cover the costs of travel and shipping. At what price is it fair to resell these textiles on the internet?

Hmong Market VietnamPhoto above by Brian Snelson

Hmong women

Hmong youth

The world is not fair but there is a social responsibility we hold to each other. We cannot know the intentions of online boutique shops and travelers who seek out bargains and purchase ethnic text tiles aboard. Yes, they are beautiful and intricate pieces of fashion. I adore the many pieces I’ve seen on Etsy and Instragram. I wonder, who made this piece? Where is it from? You see, I could have been the young lady who made that ethnic text tile you just purchased. That could have been me.

Below are great reads and beautiful pictures of travel in Southeast Asia and of the Hmong:

Chiang Mai: Hmong Antique Textile Market

Ethnic Groups of Northern Thailand: The Hmong

Chiang Mai Shopping

Exploring Vietnam with Explore Indochina Motorcycle Tours

Vietnam: The Colorful Hilltribe Market of Bac Ha

Flower Hmong: A Colorful Trip to the Bac Ha Market

 

 

 

Feminist: the F word

“I am a feminist. I’ve been female for a long time now. I’d be stupid not to be on my own side.”

-Maya Angelou

The F word is a difficult word to say without some implied meaning whether it be good or bad, but mostly bad. People winch at the word. People whisper the word in conversation or use it loudly as an insult among many other ways it’s said. Why?

Feminist is not a bad word.

Hilary Clinton, Oprah Winfrey, Sheryl Sandberg, Mindy Kaling, Sophia Amoruso, Beyonce Knowles, Michelle Wie and others, say it with me, we are feminists!  Feminists are not the men hating, bra-burning, unshaven angry stereotype. Feminists are aware of the obstacles we face being women in the workplace, like Sheryl Sandberg. Feminists know that sometimes the choices we have to make are the lesser of two evils, like Hilary Clinton. Feminists are strong, caring and passionate leaders like Oprah Winfrey. We are funny, confident and cute like Mindy Kaling. Feminists are successful CEOs like Sophia Amoruso. We are diverse in age and talents like Michelle Wie. Feminists are beautiful working mothers like Beyonce Knowles. Feminists aren’t just celebrities, politicians or athletes, we are also teachers, doctors, attorneys, stay-at-home moms, high school students and young ladies. Men can be feminists, why not? We stand together not for just females but for everybody.

There is a new feminist movement on the rise. Everyday I see a new online article promoting feminism, although it doesn’t outright say, “Long live feminism!” Check out Sheryl Sandberg’s Lean In and Ban Bossy campaigns. Also see Always’ Like a Girl movement. Feminists today are defining ourselves without having to use the word, feminist. We don’t have to, but why not? It’s the elephant in the room. If the nonuse of the actual word itself promotes it more, shouldn’t I be satisfied? No. I simply want the word to be used in today’s new movement to shine a new light on the word. I want it to be treated less like the F word and more like the empowering word it is.

What does the word, feminist, mean to you? Are you a feminist? Shouldn’t we all be? We all have mothers, grandmothers, aunts, sisters and female friends so shouldn’t we want the best for them and ourselves? If you agree that women and men should have equal rights and equal opportunities, then you are a feminist.

I am a feminist. If you are also a feminist, state it below in a comment.