Asian Town San Diego

A street called Convoy St in San Diego displays segregation, conformity, and Asian traditions in their “own” piece of America but i still felt like i was at home. My original journey started out to find some milk tea which I fell in love with in Okinawa japan. Also along the street were many food markets authentic to the Japanese culture and restaurants that showed appetizing Japanese styled foods. I decided to go into a food market since after all, I just wanted some milk tea. I kept getting looked at as if I was intruding in their land. Little did they know, I was not just someone intruding, I loved their culture and how they displace so much pride for their bulture. I could tell that me, a white person, was not welcome in my own America. This is where the segregation and conformity comes out even more. In the store, all the items were imported from Japan. Most people in the store spoke Japanese and even at the register. They uphold their traditions, proudly display their culture, and segregate themselves. It reminded me of my time in Japan and made me realize that they may have their own beliefs, but they are still human beings. It made me want to go back to Japan and then I could really be the minority. As with the slave plantations, the slaves were segregated into their own houses and living area. Even though they were on a whites plantation, they would sing their cultural religious songs, and dance together and come together as a family.