When I was in school (my school was like 50% asian) the Asian kids all had an English first name in addition to their Asian name. I guess the idea being it would make them fit in better and teachers wouldn't have to try to pronounce shweshwazhizhu stuff.
In my experience it wasn't really a first name, they just chose an "American" name for themselves to go by in public. This was because they typically felt embarrassed when the teacher couldn't read their full names- and, in the case of two boys and several kids' surnames, to avoid paperwork confusion when they all somehow had the exact same ching chong names.
This was in a predominantly white suburb. We had maybe 2 dozen asians total and half of them had the same last name with two unrelated boys being named Chien Po or some shit.
In the book it's her frien that does it and only because she's tortured or given some truth potion or something.
She just can't forget Cedric's big wiener and Harry gets annoyed.
>name ethnic character something that sounds ethnic
NOOOO THAT'S RACIST WHY DO YOU ASSUME HER NAME WOULD BE CHING CHONG >name ethnic character some generic white name because setting is not ethnic >DOES SHE LOOK WHITE TO YOU??? WHY WOULD YOU GIVE HER A HONKY ASS NAME LIKE THAT? HER NAME IS XINQXIANG, SAY HER NAME!!!
>Harry stretched his legs desperately along the whimsical corridors and flights of stairs through hogwarts >dodging fanged frisbees, dungbombs, dissapearing doors, archways leading to fractalised dimensions of infinite horror, the rush of owls delivering the sunday edition of the daily profit, and Draco Malfoy’s blood purity based hate speech >he just HAD to get to Ching Chong first and ask her out to the yule ball first, before that absolute CHAD Cedric did. >he thought of her sleek hair, boyish figure and slanted eyes as he leapt over a cursed section of tile on the floor that you could never step away from once you’d made contact with it. >as he landed he strode out even more desperately, really stretching his legs >where was Ching Chong Ding Dong? >He’d tried the self serve section of the school’s cafeteria, where they had fried rice and sweet and sour pork. >He’d tried the karate dojo. >He’d even tried Dumbledore’s extra curricular origami class, where the cranes were animated by ancient dark magic and decades worth of them flapped around above the students, bumping into each other and the ceiling, desperate to escape and end their enchantment, yearning to die, to cease the torture of their existence. >But, as they say, no dice. >He furrowed his brow, and stretched his legs to the Library >He weaved past Hermione who was near the entrance, droning on and on about elf rights. >And there she was, munching on a fortune cookie as she studied. The love of his life: Ching Ling Wing Ding.
>Why are you wasting your time studying? We both know you’re too stupid to pass and too pretty to need to? Said Harry, opening with a classic and based neg. >Oh Hello Hally. Fortune Cookie, velly nice. Lots and lots of flied lice. >Clearly their communication had broken down already, as it usually did >DO. YOU. WANT. TO. GO. TO. THE. BALL. WITH. ME?! >At this, Ching Chang Wang Dang Phang looked troubled >Ah Solly no. Me go Cedric. He tall. He handsomu. He six foot. >Chong Wong Chung Wung was five foot two herself. >Harry stretched his legs to a fever pitch as he ran from the Library, trying to make sure no one could see him crying >He passed Hermione on the way out, who was also crying, as Malfoy had found her and was saying all kinds of racist shit about House Elves, calling them things like “attic goblins” and “furniture” who needed a beating for being more interested in wearing their “tea cosy best” instead of “licking the toilet bowl clean as instructed”. >Harry muttered to himself about how disgusting any white man who fricked a asiatics sideways pussy was. >“I’m no race traitor, not like Cedric. Still I need a date…Luna’s white. Younger too!” >Happily whistling a whimsical tune, his mind made up, he stretched his legs off in search of the new love of his life. >Still he thought, maybe keeping with the Ravenclaw theme was a mistake. Where they too smart to let him saw back and forth in their pusses till he spunked his awful load of clumpy goop up deep in their gashes? >“If this doesn’t work, then a Hufflepuff next.” >“one of the second years.”
Ring rongadongadongdong my names violent j and I staple my tongue to the desk at school then I’m running down the hall scaring the shit out of all of y’all b***hes
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>Asian Character has an asian name
>Somehow this is racist
Because Chinese are usually called something dumb like 'Sue Xueping' not 'Ching Chong'
When I was in school (my school was like 50% asian) the Asian kids all had an English first name in addition to their Asian name. I guess the idea being it would make them fit in better and teachers wouldn't have to try to pronounce shweshwazhizhu stuff.
In my experience it wasn't really a first name, they just chose an "American" name for themselves to go by in public. This was because they typically felt embarrassed when the teacher couldn't read their full names- and, in the case of two boys and several kids' surnames, to avoid paperwork confusion when they all somehow had the exact same ching chong names.
This was in a predominantly white suburb. We had maybe 2 dozen asians total and half of them had the same last name with two unrelated boys being named Chien Po or some shit.
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What's written on her hand?
>Property of Harv
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how did they get her to stand next to herself idgi
she's got some gay time stop necklace dumbledork gave her
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Man Harry was such a gay for passing this up to get with his best friends identical sister
Didn't she snitch on harry?,
In the book it's her frien that does it and only because she's tortured or given some truth potion or something.
She just can't forget Cedric's big wiener and Harry gets annoyed.
>call her Ching Chong
>also give her a chopstick
Jesus Christ Rowling
I dunno, it sounds like the fork and spoons drawn being thrown down the stairs
Do you think Harry used his powers to do like a taste test?
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>name ethnic character something that sounds ethnic
NOOOO THAT'S RACIST WHY DO YOU ASSUME HER NAME WOULD BE CHING CHONG
>name ethnic character some generic white name because setting is not ethnic
>DOES SHE LOOK WHITE TO YOU??? WHY WOULD YOU GIVE HER A HONKY ASS NAME LIKE THAT? HER NAME IS XINQXIANG, SAY HER NAME!!!
>Harry stretched his legs desperately along the whimsical corridors and flights of stairs through hogwarts
>dodging fanged frisbees, dungbombs, dissapearing doors, archways leading to fractalised dimensions of infinite horror, the rush of owls delivering the sunday edition of the daily profit, and Draco Malfoy’s blood purity based hate speech
>he just HAD to get to Ching Chong first and ask her out to the yule ball first, before that absolute CHAD Cedric did.
>he thought of her sleek hair, boyish figure and slanted eyes as he leapt over a cursed section of tile on the floor that you could never step away from once you’d made contact with it.
>as he landed he strode out even more desperately, really stretching his legs
>where was Ching Chong Ding Dong? >He’d tried the self serve section of the school’s cafeteria, where they had fried rice and sweet and sour pork.
>He’d tried the karate dojo.
>He’d even tried Dumbledore’s extra curricular origami class, where the cranes were animated by ancient dark magic and decades worth of them flapped around above the students, bumping into each other and the ceiling, desperate to escape and end their enchantment, yearning to die, to cease the torture of their existence.
>But, as they say, no dice.
>He furrowed his brow, and stretched his legs to the Library
>He weaved past Hermione who was near the entrance, droning on and on about elf rights.
>And there she was, munching on a fortune cookie as she studied. The love of his life: Ching Ling Wing Ding.
>Why are you wasting your time studying? We both know you’re too stupid to pass and too pretty to need to? Said Harry, opening with a classic and based neg.
>Oh Hello Hally. Fortune Cookie, velly nice. Lots and lots of flied lice.
>Clearly their communication had broken down already, as it usually did
>DO. YOU. WANT. TO. GO. TO. THE. BALL. WITH. ME?!
>At this, Ching Chang Wang Dang Phang looked troubled
>Ah Solly no. Me go Cedric. He tall. He handsomu. He six foot.
>Chong Wong Chung Wung was five foot two herself.
>Harry stretched his legs to a fever pitch as he ran from the Library, trying to make sure no one could see him crying
>He passed Hermione on the way out, who was also crying, as Malfoy had found her and was saying all kinds of racist shit about House Elves, calling them things like “attic goblins” and “furniture” who needed a beating for being more interested in wearing their “tea cosy best” instead of “licking the toilet bowl clean as instructed”.
>Harry muttered to himself about how disgusting any white man who fricked a asiatics sideways pussy was.
>“I’m no race traitor, not like Cedric. Still I need a date…Luna’s white. Younger too!”
>Happily whistling a whimsical tune, his mind made up, he stretched his legs off in search of the new love of his life.
>Still he thought, maybe keeping with the Ravenclaw theme was a mistake. Where they too smart to let him saw back and forth in their pusses till he spunked his awful load of clumpy goop up deep in their gashes?
>“If this doesn’t work, then a Hufflepuff next.”
>“one of the second years.”
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Ring rongadongadongdong my names violent j and I staple my tongue to the desk at school then I’m running down the hall scaring the shit out of all of y’all b***hes