Monday, May 07, 2007
I met with members of a Filipino American Fiction class at UC Irvine and read at the Filipino American Library, where I was filmed for a section on the Filipino Channel. My question is: Where were these literary Filipinos when I was growing up?
I searched high and low in the stack of the Central Library--the biggest one we've got--for Filipino/a stuff. I think I found a play written in the 1920's buried somewhere in the stacks.
I hope this trend continues. There's a part of me that likes to think that my work is needed somehow. I feel that I'm part of a new group of writers creating a strong sense of community.
(And, yes, the photo is an actual product. Filipinos are cookies sold by that colonial force known as Spain. They may come up with mints called The Jews and chips called the Blacks.)