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Globalist Bookshelf > Global Culture
East Meets West in Toronto
 

By G. Pascal Zachary | Monday, November 13, 2000
 

For many young Asians studying in the West, there is often a conflict between the need to express their independence, yet measure up to the traditional values of their homes. For Chinese-born Soo Ing, her struggle was to get ahead on her own in Toronto — while living up to her father's expectations in Guandong. This story is taken from G. Pascal Zachary's new book The Global Me.


oo Ing is a thirty-year-old Chinese-Canadian. She left home at sixteen, moving to Toronto after high-school. There, she had worked first as a clerk in a brokerage firm, rising to office manager before her eighteenth birthday. Before long, Soo was attending the University of Toronto, paying her own way.

She knew how practical she was and didn't worry about studying subjects that would help her get a job. She was good at getting jobs already. She studied literature, sociology, the arts. One summer, she toured Europe and met some German girls who spoke a little English. They traveled together and then became pen pals when she returned to Toronto. But they stopped writing, and rather than lose touch with them, Soo took a course in German.

Graduation — and a farewell

She fell in love with German, finding the language beautiful. She made another visit, this time on a scholarship, and, her German getting better, she imagined living there. When she got her degree from Toronto, her graduation had the feeling of a farewell.

Having earned second honors at the University of Toronto, Soo Ing had to deal with the fact that her father's culture was "not a praise culture."

Her parents, who rarely left their restaurant, made the long drive to see their daughter in cap and gown. After they arrived, she had a moment of panic: As she was collecting her stuff for the ceremony, an organizer said she wasn't on the graduation list.

This seemed incomprehensible to her, so she kept insisting and finally the organizer checked another list, and there it was, her name. It was the list for honors students. Soo had received the second-highest rank in her college (out of many hundreds of students).

Second honors

She might not have told her father about her achievement because she knew her parents did not give praise. She is not "from a praise culture," she tells people. But having received a fright when her name wasn't immediately found, she revealed her delight almost by reflex. She told her dad she'd gotten second honors.

"You're not the highest, you're not number one." He said.

"You're right, dad. I'm not."

No anger, Soo just saying it flat. Like it was normal for this and for her Dad to say this and for her to agree. And it was, really, because he had barely finished school much less attended a fancy university. He had humility. He saw people without pretense, naked, stripped to their bones. For a person of little education, who was bright but had few opportunities while coming of age amid the civil war in China following World War II, this was a common way of looking at the achievements of others.

A driving force

So Soo did not blame her father. Even more, she thanked him. She knew he meant to help her. And his digs drove her to work harder. Yet at the same time, he reminded her not to get carried away with herself. To remember that she had both roots and wings and that wings would take her only so far.

Adapted from “The Global Me” by G. Pascal Zachary. Copyright © 2000 by G. Pascal Zachary. Used by permission of the author.




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