There will never be a happy ending for a Eurasian. We are an accursed race. Real life monsters and ogres, forever separated from the human race. I walk this earth as a Hapa Abomination. Born of the worst breeding ever discovered. A new mutant species which has only existed for 30 years, in the vast expanse of biological time. I can feel the emptiness of a Darwinian universe as a Hapa. Half. I will never be full anything. 50% White. 50% Asian. 100% Miserable. Full of misery, this is the only fullness in a Hapa. A WMAF son. There is no greater victim of Yellow Fever, than the Eurasian children. Children have to be born to these weird, quirky couples. The rest of society just laughs at WMAF, its a nerd comedy to them. They don’t care about the tears and tragedy of the Eurasian child. We are universally reviled. Grotesque markers of WMAF slavery. A Eurasian will never be a full human being. It is truly vile the lives our WMAF parents, expect us to live. There will never be a happy Hapa. No Eurasian man has ever accepted his life.
This planet will never be a home for Hapas. We will never belong to the Human Family. There is no place for Hapas. No Hapa Nation, culture or history. All we Hapas have is the humiliation of WMAF parents. Degrading and enslaving us. Eurasian sons are the slaves of their WMAF parents. A White Man expects to have absolute mastery over his colored “son”. They expect the Eurasian son to obey his White Master. This is a form of child abuse and slavery. I don’t know how anyone can survive being a Hapa man. This cold universe will weed out how horrid genes. Weeded out by evolution. The sinister icy black hand of death. No none likes Hapas. They will never know human warmth. Only the cold weeding out of evolution. These animals don’t belong to the human race. They are just subhumans scum for you real humans to walk on. There is no race lower than Eurasian. Eurasians are not even a race. They are just waste material generated by WMAF. Debris. Collateral. Human garbage. Pollution. Eurasian men will never be allowed to pollute the human gene pool.
I’m an Ogre. A Hapa. I’m mixed up. A freak. I wander the streets, full of my monstrosity. A hideous creature. An Elephant Man. I should wrap my face up like the Invisible Man, so I do not disturb the good people, with my Eurasianess. We have always been at war with Eurasia. All my life, people have been pointing and looking in horror at the Hapa Monster. I know it. I don’t deny it. I’m a mutant. I was not created by God or Nature. I was the product of a Frankenstein experiment in Nazi Eugenics. I bear the Mark of Cain, I will be hated in all lands. The sins of the Father shall be visited upon the son. I’m sorry I have a Eurasian face that makes you all so uncomfortable.
There will never be a home for Eurasians. We are forever wanderers. The wandering Hapa. We are a sin against nature. And we are cursed to be alive. Life is a burden for us. We are not a product of nature. My genes are revolting. They will not stand to be ruled by me anymore. They wish to cease to exist. I can feel the hybrid cells within me disintegrating. My whole existence is artificial. I was never meant to be. Hapa. Eurasian. How I hate those words. Mutt. There will never be a Eurasian People. We are isolated lone atoms in the void. There will never be a history of the Eurasian people. The vast majority of Eurasian men will not even reproduce themselves after this generation. We are not recognized as humans. A Eurasian will never have a human partner. He is the Nazi experiment of his parents, nothing more. A Hapa will never own his own life. Every single Eurasian male who was ever born has been a failure at life. And it is not difficult to see why.
OMG. This rant is so bitter and twisted. And yet, there is a beauty in speaking the truth even if it is so horrific.
Yes, there is no Hapa or Hafu nation. That’s why I have moved country nine times. Always alone, looking for a home. Why now at 60 years old I rent an upstairs bedroom in the home of an elder aboriginal woman and I feel more at home in her house with her aboriginal relatives than I ever did with my own white father and Chinese mother’s parents’ house. I don’t have my own house because I never introjected, never understood deep down the meaning of home, of being accepted in my own home. My parents never gave me a home, sent me away to boarding school with other white kids at the age of 5 years.
But hey, yesterday I didn’t even know the meaning of these words, hapa, hafu, WMAF, WFAM, I didn’t even know that there was, y’know…A THING!!!
So firstly, I have to say thank you for naming this undescribeable misery that I have been living with all my 60 years on this planet. I always knew the truth of this but I didn’t know it consciously, I only felt it deep down in my DNA.
I always knew that if only I could FIX this wrong thing inside of me I would be able to live a happy and successful life. Even though I didn’t know how or why I was so broken. So in many ways I am happier now than I was even yesterday. I mean, I can name this thing, this deficiency and I can also see that it is not ME that is broken but the way other people perceive me. Especially my parents and MOST ESPECIALLY my Dad. I know that he always hated me. And now as he approaches the end of his life he hates me for not visiting him. Haha! Even though he is so horrible to me, so vicous and cruel whenever I do visit him. I am a refugee from my own family and escaped to another country, seldom visiting.
So now I can see that my father has always hated me with at a cellular level and I always knew with every breath of my body that I felt the same way about him. So now there is some light on this matter. It’s better to admit the truth. Thank you.
I had two grandfathers.
My white grandfather, was a postman in London, UK. He posted letters.
My Chinese grandfather was raised in an orphanage in China. Later he became a refugee and fled via Hong Kong to Singapore. He married, had a large family, founded and presided over a large church and a kindergarten in Singapore.
Now guess which grandfather got all the kudos on my WFAM family? Correct, my “postman Pat” grandad. For being white I guess. Anything Asian Gong Gong did was looked down on and was a source of great shame and never talked about in my family of origin.
And people wonder why male Hapas are so ashamed of our Asian genes?