My name is Clarke, but you can call me Kent.
Or the “Chinese superman” as one radio guy once called me, sight unseen.
What do you think of when you hear the surname Ching?
Do you think shortish, dark hear, glasses, probably works hard, probably owns a wok?
Well … all of these are true, except I’m 6 foot tall and I own two woks.
But, the name “Ching” comes from Cornwall, in England, – not China, like most people assume.
[BTW: I’d be proud to be Chinese – (forgive the cliche) some of my best friends are Chinese 
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Now, imagine that you live in a, ummmm, not-so-culturally-diverse society, where there is just a little bit of, ummmm, racism?
Could be just about anywhere in the world, right?
Now, imagine that you are looking for work in such a place and sending in your CV – a reasonably but not astonishingly impressive one – and you don’t get many responses. You don’t think about the name thing – after all – you’ve lived with it all your life and are fairly open minded about race etc, and you assume that everyone else is.
But then you ask your friends what’s wrong with your CV? Why is no one returning your calls?
There’s nothing wrong with it, they say, but you should probably put your picture on it – to clear up any confusion.
Now, here’s a question … Should I put a picture of myself on my CV?
