The Strange Land

Just finished reading the arduous history of Chinese Americans in Strangers in the Land: Exclusion, Belonging, and the Epic Story of the Chinese in America (2025) by Micheal Luo. Chinese, we learn, started arriving on the West Coast in the1850s during the California gold rush. They continued to come for the construction of the intercontinental and other railroads after the Civil War. Chinese merchants and service workers followed. They did not all come at the same time or for the same reason, but there was a constant influx of Chinese, and a virulent hostility to them accompanied their arrival.

Today many oppose immigrants who are here illegally. They maintain that the “rule of law” requires that the “illegals” be removed from the country. That was not the reason for opposition to Chinese immigration. The Chinese were not in the United States illegally. Although some Eastern seaboard states tried to restrict Irish immigration, the federal government had placed no restrictions on immigration when the first Chinese influx began. Instead, at the time of our founding and beyond, the country welcomed immigrants. Michael Luo writes: “In the beginning the door was open. The Founding Fathers celebrated the multiplicity of difference in their young republic and recognized that filling the country’s vast, open spaces with newcomers was necessary for securing its future.”

Even so, by the 1840s, many did not want Chinese to be those newcomers. Jobs were a major concern. Today some voice a similar concern that the undocumented take work away from lawful residents. However, few leading the present deportation mania are lining up outside Home Depot for the day labor jobs or clamoring for stooped employment in the lettuce fields. In contrast, in the nineteenth century the hostility to the Chinese was led by whites, often immigrants themselves, who did want jobs in the mines or on the railroads or in the fields, and many of these jobs were held by the Chinese. Whites were not only willing to fight to do difficult and dangerous work, they were also willing to commit atrocities. Luo reports not only about unpunished murders of Chinese but unpunished massacres of them. Not only were Chinese homes and establishments burned without punishment, but time and again whole communities were torched. Luo reports so many atrocities that their recitation, a history that seldom gets reported, becomes mind-numbing.

In addition, the Chinese provoked hostility because they were the “other,” just as many immigrants are viewed today. Some Americans from the beginning had conflicting thoughts about immigration. New residents were necessary for a prosperous country, but immigrants with different customs could warp the country. Even Ben Franklin was concerned about the influx of non-English-speaking Germans into Pennsylvania. Less than a century later, it was easy to see the Chinese as “other” who could never become truly American.

The legal landscape changed for the Asian immigrants after the Civil War. The 1790 Naturalization Act restricted naturalization to “free white persons of good moral character,” a provision which was in effect until well into the twentieth century. Although he does not fully explain how, Luo reports that a few Chinese were naturalized despite this provision, but the law prevented almost every Chinese immigrant from becoming a citizen. However, the Fourteenth Amendment granted citizenship to all those born in the United States and subject to its jurisdiction. In 1898 the Supreme Court held that a child born in the United States to a non-naturalized Chinese immigrant couple was, nevertheless, a citizen. There was now citizenship for few of the Chinese Americans.

But the group of Chinese Americans, citizen or not, remained small because of the passage of the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882. It prohibited the immigration into the United States of Chinese laborers. For the first time a Chinese immigrant was deemed illegal. Only laborers were excluded, and many seeking entry claimed to be merchants or some other profession that did not require manual labor. Someone had to decide whether the person was excludable under the Exclusion Act, and a new immigration bureaucracy was born. After the Chinese Exclusion Act paved the way, it became easier for the United States to restrict immigration by nationality, restrictions that materialized in the 1920s.

The concern over illegal Chinese immigration widened. The 1790 Naturalization Act stated that children who were born abroad of U.S. citizens were natural-born citizens unless the father had never been an American resident. After the Fourteenth Amendment, the number of Chinese American citizens increased, many of whom returned to China. Chinese, mostly male, started appearing at ports of entry claiming to be citizens as the children of citizens. Government officials often thought that the birth documents showing lineages were fraudulent. The problem of “paper sons” increased after the 1906 San Francisco earthquake destroyed birth records. Lengthy, often humiliating detentions, investigations, and interrogations were routine.

The Chinese Exclusion Act remained in effect until World War II when it became an embarrassment since China was an ally in the fight against Japan. Indeed, China had started its war of resistance against Japan in 1937, and Luo reports that 14 to 20 million Chinese were killed in the fighting by World War II’s end.

American immigration laws changed in the 1950s and 1960s, and concern over Chinese immigration morphed into something more modern. With mainland China controlled by Mao, the concern was not about laborers taking jobs away from Americans. Instead, the fear was over communist spies and the stealing of American technology by Chinese students and professionals. A similar rationale fuels many of today’s fears about Chinese immigrants.

On the other hand, many now view Chinese and other Asians as strivers in a traditional American sense, who show that “outsiders” can be successful in the United States. They are a “model minority.” If so, as Strangers in the Land illustrates, that status has been achieved in spite of a tortuous and tortured American history.

Snippets

Reports say that fourteen bunker buster bombs were dropped on Iran. Another report says that we have only six more such bombs, not enough for another raid. They need replacing. Other reports say that they cost $500 million apiece. Does the $7 billion cost come into the consideration of whether the operation was a good idea?

A young Muslim who identifies as a Democratic Socialist won the New York City Democratic mayoralty primary. If Zohran Mamdani does take office, how long will it be before Trump proclaims an “emergency” that requires, according to him, that federal troops be sent into the city?

The ad I heard was like others from funeral homes. It stressed “pre-planning.” And I wondered, Isn’t all planning, by definition, “pre?”

A new experience: On a brutally hot and humid afternoon, I parked near a hydrant. As is common in New York on such a day, the hydrant, equipped with a sprayer cap, was spewing water into the intersection. Skirting this, I walked a few blocks to Yankee Stadium. The game was interrupted several times by rain. The last was in the bottom of the eighth inning. Concerned about how long this delay would be and whether I would see the game’s conclusion, my friend said that the weather report predicted that the rain would end in seven minutes, but more was due in a half-hour. As the rain was ending, we watched a marvelous performance by the grounds crew as they hurriedly rolled up the tarp and prepared the field for the resumption of play. They, too, were aware of the weather report. The Yankees quickly secured their victory, breaking a losing streak. As we wended our way out of the Stadium, I said to my friend that I certainly needed a shower after the ninety-degree heat. When we got to the exit, my friend said that I might eschew the shower. He pointed outside where it was pouring. Neither he nor I had rain gear. We were going to get soaked. When I got near my car, after unsuccessfully trying to skip from awning to awning, I saw that the hydrant was still spraying. I thought this was redundant with the heavy downpour, but not all thought so. A middle-aged man was twirling about soaking up the rain. He then pulled out of his pocket a sliver of bar soap. Decorously reaching under his clothes, he lathered all the essential parts of his body and then went into the hydrant’s spray to rinse off. He repeated the process several times. Some passersby smiled, but he made this simultaneous washing of body and clothes seem like the natural thing to do with the rain and hydrant. As I drove off, he was still there. Although I lived in New York City for over fifty years, this was the first time I had witnessed such al fresco bathing.

The history book group’s discussion of Strangers in the Land: Exclusion, Belonging, and the Epic Story of the Chinese in America (2025) by Michael Luo included many comments about the inherent evil in humanity. Afterwards, as emails were exchanged about our next book selection, one member, after voting, added that earlier that day, he had dropped his wallet on a crosstown bus. Later the bus driver rang his apartment bell, saying that he had noticed the friend’s address was near the bus route. The driver would not take any money as a reward. The friend noted that “both decided against a hug.” The friend said that was trying to get a commendation noted in the driver’s file and concluded: “Maybe there’s hope for humankind after all.”

The friend’s experience reminded me of how often we (I) can forget random acts of kindness, but it had me remembering a call I got soon after Covid vaccines were available. The caller told me that he had found my vaccine card on the subway steps and thought that I might need it since proof of vaccination then was necessary to get into some public places. That card did not have identifying information besides my name, but the caller told me that he did internet searches to find my phone number. We arranged to meet, and I got my card back. He did take a modest reward, and I was more than happy to give it to him.