Not (East) Asian but it kind of gives me unpleasant memories of my school years when tensions with Iran were coming to a head, sort of like China is being painted as the bogeyman now. Didn't help that I was pretty vocal about my opposition to it and had a noticeably different name (to the point where I was in an identity crisis of needing to prove my "American-ness"). Both the social pressure and the feeling of hopelessness of inevitable war, with a country I had relatives in, really ate at me.

I realize that's all small potatoes compared to the worry of being shot by some chud, though, which makes me worry how Asian-American kids who are now at that same impressionable age are coping with it.