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How The Wealth in ‘Crazy Rich Asians’ is Really a Symbol of Western Dominance

I watched the movie “Crazy Rich Asians” in the afternoon of its opening day. As the first movie in a quarter century with an all Asian cast breaking through the bamboo ceiling of Hollywood representation, it lived up to the hype. It was a surreal and awesome experience to see Asians in an American movie portrayed as real people for once, people who can be funny, witty, mean, kind, and yes, sexy too, without the exoticizing orientalist tropes that characterized the “Joy Luck Club,” a movie that is often held as a comparison, but thankfully, to which it had little resemblance. The movie represented Asia in a way that I have known it. A place of great modernity and extravagant wealth, full of highly intelligent, confident and powerful people, so far from the almost ridiculous depictions of Asia as an overgrown and chaotic Chinatown that recur incessantly in Hollywood, undoubtedly from the imaginations of screenwriters who are obviously deeply ignorant of the place.

However, while the movie was definitely a refreshing trendsetter and proof that, along with “Black Panther,” movies with minority-led casts can break box office records, the argument that the movie symbolizes a newly dominant Asia falls short. As a student of history who has actually read the original book, it is quite clear that even though the characters in the book are wealthy and powerful, the social parameters that the movie dictates are more indicative of the immense historical dominance of the West than of the East.

Colonialism for Kids: The Racist Origins of Babar the Elephant

The earliest memory I have is of my father teaching me to draw an elephant out of black ink on thick honey-washed watercolor paper.

Later, as an adult, I learned that he only knew how to draw this one animal, and I only kept drawing it because I thought it was his favorite. I suspect he was short on ideas for how else to bond, so he kept up with the elephant theme and brought home from the library “Babar the Elephant”. I have so much childhood nostalgia of sitting, reading, and writing with my dad, but I fucking hated Babar from the moment we opened it, and that was the end of elephant stuff.