Portland, the Last Bastion of White Flight.
Let me start by saying, I dig Portland. Between the book stores, alternative press/comic book shops, vinyl shops, bike shops, dive bars, cabarets, foodie diners, random taco/waffle trucks, and no sales tax, its bomb. But can I buy some diversity there? Is this town a secret amongst the gwei lo’s? How come no minorities consider moving there? Only a handful of people I know have ever thought about going to school at OU or OSU, thought about moving here for a job, or decided to visit for fun. And this is pretty much the next closest major city to California there is!
I didn’t get any outright racism. But what I DID get was the quick turnaround, which is common in places with ZERO Asians. As in, I could swear people were staring at me, but right when I looked at them, they’d turn away. Everyone. Everywhere. EVEN IN CHINATOWN. That’s where I drew the line. MF’er, if I’m in Chinatown, you can be damn sure I’m gonna stare at your GWEI LO ass until it hurts. I just don’t understand why the hell you staring at me?! But on top of that, the Chinatown was the WORST CHINATOWN ever. We’re talking dragons and lions at restaurant entries, shops that sell KUNG FU outfits and nunchuks, and restaurant names straight out of a Rush Hour 3 fight scene. Just pick out your restaurant using this handy Random Chinese Restaurant Name Generator:
|Great||Empire||of the Orient|
I don’t know if it’s the Chineers’ peoples fault or if they’re just catering towards the audience that wants their favorite Kung Pao Chicken restaurant adjacent to the store that sells firecrackers and Chinese stress balls. Not to mention some amazing trinkets like this:
So my advice: visit, but don’t move to Oregon. Unless you want to be mistaken for a worker each time you enter a PF Changs. But you would actually deserve it if you’re Asian and you’re eating at an f’n PF Changs.