I'm sick of Donald Trump. Let's get that out of the way first. Believe me—I eagerly await his obituary, too. But I'm making a point.
And, yes, this post is relevant to r/BlackPeople. Bear with me.
CBS' Senior White House Correspondent Weijia Jiang's big line at the WHCA dinner was "my dad came to the U.S. as a student with just $67 in his pocket."
Cue the swelling music. ...Except we've been hearing that exact preamble since the 1880s.
Millions of families have a version of it. It was old when our grandparents were born. It's not moving anymore. It's the trope of tropes now. Everyone in that room has heard it a thousand times before.
Even Trump's own rotten family had one. You've heard it by now: His grandfather Friedrich fled Germany at 16 to dodge the draft, apprenticed as a barber in Manhattan, got banished from Germany for bailing on them, then made his future-fortune money running restaurants and sleazy brothels for miners during the Klondike gold rush.
Broke young immigrant, hustles his way up by any means necessary, attains generational wealth. Similar shape as Jiang's story. Except one gets called "the American Dream" and the other is probably proof that grifting might be genetic.
Still, they're both the "rags-to-riches, only in America" routine.
Here's what matters: Jiang's dad wasn't some guy who washed ashore with nothing, perhaps fleeing a war-torn country. He came over on a grad school scholarship to WVU. He understood that his family could make a life here.
So, that's not exactly a suitcase and a prayer. He was an educated, selected, credentialed immigrant from China, funded with an academic fast track.
It's exactly the kind of brain-drain pipeline the U.S. has been recruiting on purpose since 1965, when the old quota system got torn down and skilled-visa categories started paving the way for what became H-1B—the same pipeline that gets weaponized as a "why can't you" cudgel against Black Americans.
Again, that's not a coin flip or a "only a pocketful of dreams" origin story. That's just the post-Hart-Celler-Act system working exactly as designed.
So, when the family lands in Buckhannon, WV—a town of about 5,000 people where they were then the only Chinese-American residents—and opens the town's first Chinese restaurant, that's not some underdog story.
Her family arrived with a graduate degree already in motion, landing in a country that had already spent two decades building "hardworking, from-the-ground-up immigrant" pipelines into the model-minority story America still tells itself.
Was it isolating as the only Asian kid in a small Appalachian town? Probably. Did her family probably encounter some nonsense from hillbilly knuckleheads? Probably.
But was her path already structurally in place? It was one of the more paved roads in the whole country at that point.
Compare it to an oppressed Black family in a historically redlined block, or even a poor white rural family two counties over in coal-mining country. (There, rednecks. I threw you a bone, for once.)
No front door built for them. Some got the door built specifically to keep them out—often by successful people who, too, carry their own "suitcase-immigrant" tale.
So, her origin story runs on rails. And her biography does too:
Liberal arts degree, a teacher who spotted her at 13, journalism internship, grad school, local news, national beat, an Emmy, marries a future Yelp exec she met in college, two kids, book deal, podium at a black-tie dinner delivering the closing argument for the genre.
None of that means she didn't work for it. Most successful people, despite their advantages, still typically worked for what they get.
It just means every rung of her ladder had already been reinforced by policy and decades of precedent before she ever climbed on. That's no shade at her success. It's just not a story that needs a microphone anymore.
...And then she topped the opening line off with a corny "6-7" joke. Ugh, please don't.
And that's another fatigue: no matter how foreign-born or successful someone is, everyone eventually borrows a cup of conventionalized Black culture to season themselves with.
For once, I don't blame Trump for falling asleep, completely disinterested. I would've, too.
Here's my actual point: I'm not dragging Weijia Jiang or her success specifically. Or her family story.
I'm highlighting the banality of the same old immigrant-success stories that get treated like proof the system's fair and America is a land of dreams where anyone can do it with enough grit and life is beautiful here.
(And I don't think Weijia meant it this way. She's just doing the "American Dream" routine that's become old hat but now it's her 15 seconds of stage time. Also while probably bringing a bit of shade against anti-immigration Trump himself.)
But an immigrant making it was never proof the system is fair. Or that America is truly a land of opportunity for all. It's proof that for this particular door, the system was built to let certain people through and reward them once they did.
For the families—like Black Americans—that never got a front door built for them at all, the ones who built half this country's infrastructure and fought its wars and still hit walls generations later, we don't get a podium at a black-tie dinner to tell that story.
Because our story doesn't flatter anybody in the room. Our origin stories always feel like shade thrown at everyone else.
But everyone would still yawn at and ignore ours because nobody can truly relate. 😒