Okay, it only was for the sake of designing a flyer for the upcoming Voices of Resistance [1], but nevertheless, today, July 27, 2010, I bought myself the smallest tube available of Fair and Lovely in Chicago, Illinois.

Pulling up onto Artesia, I see Devon ahead of me. It’s literally been years since I walked the streets. A life in California, India, and Sri Lanka has separated us, but it’s still recognizable–a part of my previous Chicago existence. I find the last spot in Daley’s still-new-piss-me-off-disaster-deal-with-the-devil-parking-meter-on-side-streets-money-making-money-taking parking. I dig up some quarters. Holding enough to peruse the store in my hand, I walk up to the paying machine. “No payment necessary!” it says. “This is how King Daley makes us passive,” I think.  I return the prized quarters to the car coffer and pick up my bag, packed with camera. I am prepared to take photos of the whitening agent on the shelves of Devon.

I exit my car with hoodie on. It’s warm and humid today, so I’m wearing a slim tank I received free for volunteering my services at a beer tent in one of the many neighborhood summer festivals of Chicago. But I rather cover my assets with my grey hoodie as I walk these streets. It’s all part of the performance, a follow up on the phone conversation I had with one of the Patel Brothers supermarket employees earlier, after which my roommate commented on the subtle and surprising South Asian accent in my English. “I don’t need any trouble on this mission,” I think, “nor anymore undesired and uninvited looks.” I’m performing good Indian girl, the one that’s not noticed.

I walk a few blocks, noticing the red paan stains on the sidewalks. People are here, ready to purchase and consume. Each restaurant has customers, at least one table full, smiling and conversing. I’m glad that business continues on these northern streets of Chicago. In spite of the parking, in spite of the heat, in spite of many things that come with life in Daley city, Blagojevich state, BP America.

The marker of the Patel Brothers empire is a new Patel Brothers-named juice stand that coincides with the territory of “Ghandi Marg.” Lime-mint drinks. Mango drinks. And young coconut water. Mmm. But I know these versions don’t come close to the tastes of the homeland, so I resist, instead continuing toward the Patel Brothers supermarket. The mission is ahead of me. As I walk the block, I notice a beautiful, dark complected South Asian woman. I want to ask her if I can take her photo.

It’s a desire aroused after an entire afternoon of searching the web/oracle for South Asian faces to include in my promotional piece for Voices of Resistance. That search was frustrating. I was typing in search terms like “South Asian women.” After each entry, I closed my eyes firmly, nervous about finding nasty, exoticizing porn sites on the top of the list. I must say, there were a few of them. The other non-pornographic images felt like random representations of South Asianness and brownness. I needed to find a way that the images would be mine, a result of my own choices. But I didn’t have the nerve to approach her. “I don’t need to attract attention here,” I think. I walk into the supermarket a few short steps away.

Immediately upon entering the market I see the multiple cosmetic items, shampoos, and herbal oils. No Fair and Lovely there. Instead, the whitening agent is in its own area, directly in front of the checkout counters. You know, it’s the area for last-minute-I need-this items. Typically these product spots cater to the stomach with smaller prepackaged savories and sweets, but not here at the Patel Brothers supermarket. This high-profile spot is where the whitening potions are displayed, several shelves full of whitening soaps, scar creams, and plain old make-your-complexion-lighter concoctions. This is the first time I’m standing face to face with this product: Fair and Lovely. I’ve never looked at its box. I’ve never touched it with my hands. It is cheap. The smallest tube is $1.99. But I just want to take a photo of the carton. I mean, I try to vote with my dollar as much as I can—which means I am boycotting all China-made greeting cards and most made-in-China products if I can afford another import. Life practices create change, I believe. But here I am, directly in front of the cash registers, each armed by a two-person team of cashier and bagger.  I can’t see a way of taking these photos stealthily. “I must purchase the item,” I think. “I must offer my cash toward an industry that finds my skin color not lovely, not fair.” It’s a system that equates darkness with sadness, depression, depravity, and ugliness. I will be spending two dollars toward that system. And I feel horrible about it. But I try to chuckle at the absurdity as I approach the cash register with the dollar bills in my hand.

I don’t look at the box too much, just glancing at the peculiarly tiny yet very familiar dark/sad, light/happy faces of the model below the name. It’s a white box with gradients of light rose pink all over. The sweet font of Fair and Lovely in a dark rose and silver is delicate, light, thin, slender, unimposing, yet at the same time, present in its assertion of goodness. A thick band of pink divides the box horizontally with the word “multivitamin” under which is a graphic of a rose-pink capsule which is split to release nourishing drops of oily-pink goodness. The description of the product is “TOTAL FAIRNESS CREAM.” It is in all caps. Under this declaration is, in small font, an arrow that points me to a “Fairness meter” on the side of the box. A meter in which shades of ugly to fair are displayed. I place my hand next to it. “13″ is too light. But the color of my hand falls between “14″ and “18″; I cannot tell which to be exact. There is a “1″–the ultimate fair. And there is a “26.” The meter informs the consumer that “numbers are only for easy identification of skin color.”

I hand the cashier my two dollars–two dollars and eighteen cents to be exact. I give her my cherished quarter from which she gives me seven cents change. The other lady places the box in a thin black plastic bag. “I don’t need a bag,” I inform her. She chuckles as I take the box out of the bag and think of the absurdity of the cream in my hand. I place it in my reusable tote that’s morphed into my summer handbag. Life is full of contradictions.

My point is that although I’m not an immigrant in this country, my parents were. And I’ve had my own brief immigrant experience. So I’m certainly interested in hearing what the issues are and how I can help.
I participated in an immigration townhall, hosted by South Asian Americans Leading Together (SAALT), at the Indo-American Center last Wednesday along with 80 community members (and some fellow SAPACers) and wanted to share some thoughts from the event…

1. Those of you who don’t think there’s a significant undocumented community of South Asians in the U.S. right now might want to check this out (PDF).
2. There were men, women, young and old who attended the townhall–signifying that this issue matters to everyone.
3. The discussion was grounded in the U.N.’s Universal Declaration of Human Rights–a list of rights that everyone is entitled to, including the right to education, the freedom from torture and slavery, the right to work in humane conditions, and the right to move across national borders freely. (It’s super-short and has been translated into a bunch of languages. Check it out here.)
4. We saw 3 short video clips of people who were affected by the current immigration system: a single mom who hasn’t seen her daughter in years because she hasn’t been allowed a visitor’s visa; a highly educated wife who isn’t allowed to work because of her H-4 visa; and a group of H2-B guest workers who were recruited to rebuild after Hurricane Katrina, but were exploited and abused instead.
5. What I got from seeing the videos and hearing people’s stories from the audience was that the current system doesn’t protect the most vulnerable. It doesn’t protect women and men who are being abused by their spouses. It doesn’t protect people who want to work but aren’t allowed, and are then forced into a dangerous and exploitive cash-based market. It doesn’t protect those who are trafficked into this country.

Too often South Asian citizens are silent about this topic. And I’m including myself! We get our golden ticket and then it ceases to be a problem for us. But if we’ve read our history, we should know that nobody’s status is secure. African American citizens were denied equality and justice for a century after slavery was banned. Japanese American citizens were interned during WWII. Their property and liberty were taken away. And for the last decade after 9/11, citizens have been detained and harassed. It’s time we engage in this debate and speak up for those who can’t.

One Community United: A Town Hall for the South Asian Community on Immigration and Human Rights

Join community members for an interactive town hall to discuss immigration reform and human rights in the South Asian community. With immigration reform proposals being circulated in Congress, an opportunity to speak out about our community’s experiences and identify ways to take action together is both urgent and important.

When: Wednesday, May 26, 2010 at 6:30 PM

Where: Indo-American Center
6328 N. California Ave.
Chicago, IL 60659

Why:

• Discuss immigration and human rights
• Exchange ideas and information
• Hear from local and national organizations
• Get involved and make change

Refreshments will be served!

RSVP by May 24 by emailing info@saalt.org or calling 301-270-1855.

The One Community United Town Hall is coordinated by SAALT and Chicago members of the National Coalition of South Asian Organizations (NCSO):

• Apna Ghar
• Indo-American Center
• South Asian American Policy and Research Institute (SAAPRI)
• South Asian Progressive Action Collective (SAPAC)
• The Hamdard Center

The Town Hall is also co-sponsored by:

• Albany Park Neighborhood Council
• Asian American Institute
• Coalition of African, Arab, Asian, European, and Latino Immigrants of Illinois (CAAAELII)
• Community Builders Chicago (CBC)
• Indo American Coalition for Immigration (IACI)
• North American Association of Indian IT Professionals (NAAIIP)

One Community United is a campaign on immigrant and civil rights coordinated by the NCSO. The campaign seeks to promote community dialogue and elevate the call for humane immigration laws and strong civil rights protections. For more information on the NCSO and the campaign, please contact SAALT at info@saalt.org or visit us at www.saalt.org.

We have 3 opportunities this week for you to engage in SAPAC’s spring and summer activities:

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YOUTH COMMITTEE MEETING
Monday, March 8, 2010 (tonight!)
7:00pm – 9:00pm
Cafe Bella, 3311 W. Fullerton, Chicago, IL
RSVP to info@sapac.org

Our Youth Committee has been hard at work planning a youth symposium. We have a vision, and at this meeting we’ll be discussing developing a youth application and promotional flyer and strategizing an outreach plan. If you’ve been wanting to work with youth in our community, this is a great time to get involved!

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2010 CENSUS OUTREACH
Saturday, March 13, 2010
12:00pm – 3:00pm
50th Ward/West Ridge neighborhood (Devon Ave.)

12:00pm – Meet & greet at Sukhadia, 2559 W. Devon Ave.
1:00pm – Meet at Indo-American Center, 6328 N. California Ave.

RSVP to info@sapac.org

It’s Census time, and it’s more important than ever to make sure our community is counted! Help us reach out to local business owners and residents and put up informational posters around the neighborhood. We’ll meet at 12:00 at Sukhadia to eat and get to know each other. Then we’ll head over to the Indo-American Center at 1:00 to start our outreach work.

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VOICES OF RESISTANCE 9 KICKOFF MEETING
Sunday, March 14, 2010
3:00pm – 5:00pm
Alliance Bakery, 1736 W. Division St., Chicago, IL 60622
RSVP to info@sapac.org

Join us to kick off planning for one of our most popular annual events! We’ll be discussing venue, theme, sponsors, and setting up a planning calendar.

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We hope you’ll join us for one or more of these meetings!