Bigots and Baguettes. You’ll find both in Tokyo.
Bigots come in all colors.
Gaijin who are convinced the Japanese are little children who need tough love from their colonial masters. Ah, the white man’s burden.
Nihonjin who are equally convinced Gaijin are teenagers with guns who must be placated lest they go postal on everyone, disrupting the “wa” of society. Leave that to the unemployed, under-employed, otaku-outsiders, or any other Nihonjin who dares to be different.
News media who inflame the racist in all of us. Gaijin-baiting remains an avocation of certain media – and the Gaijin fall for it every time.
Politicians who think they can score easy points with the “we the Japanese” riff – until nihongo-speaking Gaijin tip off the New York Times. Ah, gomensai.
Advertising that hammers the consumer with messages like “Gaijin use this product, it must be good!” 新登場 indeed.
And, of course, there are baguettes. Ah, les baguettes!
There are more French bakeries per square kilometer in Tokyo than in Paris. Some of the best baguettes in the world are baked here.
You can even get Baguettes in Bigot Bags!
I love this place.