As soon as the South Asian Summit was over last Sunday, I headed over to the original Busboys and Poets for my first D.C. Sepia Mutiny Meetup. I was nervous since I was hosting solo and we were expecting about twenty people. As people slowly filtered in, I realized that not all twenty would show up - it would be intimate for sure.
As we sat there, this tall guy walked over to our table and wrote down something on a paper. He then signed to his two friends with his hands, and they pulled a table to join us. I walked over and introduced myself. It was clear that they were deaf, so I pulled out a stack of note cards and pens I always carry with me and placed them on the table next to me. The next three hours turned into the most fascinating conversation (using writing, speaking, and signing) about the intersection of being Desi and Deaf in an American world.
There was Shazia the Pakistani/Muslim/Californian who could speak verbally better than the other two, and served as a translator. There was Sharvedh who had just moved back to DC and was raised in South Africa in the same historical Indian neighborhood that Gandhi lived in. Finally, there was SM reader Karthik, the Desi Born Desi who had a Cochlear implant recently done and what English he spoke had an Indian deaf accent. They all represented a different aspect to being Desi, yet they were friends that were brought together in this parallel world of deafness.
“Do you know any Deaf Desis?” Shazia scrawled on a paper and handed to me. I didn’t. But seeing it on paper it struck me how I had just been at the South Asian Summit, listening to a panel on language access and how the Deaf community was not even mentioned. As activists, we fight for in-language resources for government agencies to provide in Hindi, Urdu, Bangla and other Desi languages for our limited English speaking population. But being deaf is a limited English speaking population too. What struck me was how we were having this South Asian Summit in DC talking about the needs of our community and how there was this Deaf Desi community that was not even represented at it.
Washington D.C. is home to the largest Deaf population in the nation, perhaps because Gallaudet University is located here. It should then be no surprise that there is a large group of Deaf Desis in the D.C. area. The Metro South Asian Deaf Association (which Karthik is on the board of) has around 100 registered members (as of 2007) and has been around since 1980.
This association now encompasses Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Bangladesh, the Maldives, Nepal, Bhutan and India. The members do not have to be born in any of these countries-just have roots in of these and are living in DC metropolitan area. They are more enthusiastic to work together as team, in the present to the future. The benefit to join the MSADA community is to enjoy the cultural social and recreational aspects rather than political. Also, to educate each other the varieties of culture in each country we would be more enriched and knowledgeable. Non-South Asians and hearing people can be part of the club, too.[MSADA]
Our conversation was worthy of a documentary and I kept wishing we had a better way of documenting it outside of note cards. We learned how sign language from South Asia is different than American Sign Language and how even in sign language, New Yorkers speak way too fast. We learned the sign for Hindu (thumb making mark on head), Bangladeshi (opening fist like a flower), Sikh (two hands making a turban), Tamil (hand across forehead), Sri Lankan (circling pointer finger at open palm), Muslim (hand in front of face moving down) and FOB (hands in boat shape and finger jumping out). I was surprised at how many of the signs were so blatant. “That’s racist!” I mouthed to Shazia as she signed ‘Moroccan’ (two hands making a niqab) for me. She mouthed back, “Deaf people are blunt.” Touched upon in an earlier post by Amardeep on Russel Peters’ and his deaf stand up routine, I thought about how space to be politically correct in a deaf world was marginalized. Sure, it makes for faster conversations, but I also wondered how racism and South Asian identities developed. Does it make it less racist since these signs are inherently how this community communicates?
This led into a conversation about elitism in the community. If people were born deaf or became deaf later in life, it played an element into how ‘elite’ the person was perceived. People who used hearing aids were looked down upon by others in the Deaf community. But what was the most interesting to me was how the intersection of white racial domination interplayed, and how Deaf Desis were marginalized by Deaf whites. Should be no surprise, I guess, since intersectionality of race and identity comes in all forms. But for some reason, it was a surprise to me.
And of course, how can we have a Desi conversation without it moving towards our favorite topic: dating. Sharvedh shared that he preferred dating white women to Desi women. When asked, he shared his experience of dating a white hearing woman and a Desi hearing woman. The Desi woman’s family had more prejudices - they were worried he’d pass on the deafness to his children. It was less complicated to date the white woman, she had less prejudices. I asked Shaziah if her parents wanted her to marry someone Muslim and what type of pressure was she getting. She responded that her parents would think it was nice if she found a Muslim, but they really wanted her to be with someone she could communicate with - without communication there would be nothing.
Communication. Isn’t that what it comes down to? I often feel that at Sepia Mutiny meetups you can get into deeper conversations because the blog serves as the vehicle for like-mindedness. It isn’t just our South Asian identity that brings us together, but in many ways, how we choose to navigate this hyphenated identity that lets us empathize with each others stories, even though there may be stark differences. I felt like the conversation on Sunday was communication of the deepest kind, a real connection of merging South Asian personal histories, similar yet unique because of one thing that set us apart: voice. But that’s why we write, right? To give voice to the voiceless? And that for me took on a whole new meaning after that meetup’s conversation.
To learn more about MSADA, please visit their website. If you are in the D.C. metro area, they do have events periodically - please contact them to join and get on their list. If interested in further reading, check out this memoir titled Deaf in Delhi or this article titled, “Young South Asian deaf people and their families.”
Or you can simply watch Uncle Ramesh teach you ASL here. ;-)
Thank you to all the folks that joined us for the meetup! I made some friends for life, for sure. I’d love to hear what you thought about it was well!




