Chinky

"Hey, chinky eyes!" "Why are you calling me that?"

[…] the accustomed warmth pierced his marrow, and ran thrilling through his shaken bones; just as when at times, with forked thunder burst, a chinky stream of fire in flashy lightning shoots athwart the skies.

The door was knockerless and chinky, and creaked dismally as I inserted the key.

The money made a chinky sound as I shook the purse.

What this means for young Chinese people growing up and serving behind the counter is captured in Pui Fan Lee’s autobiographical play Short, Fat, Ugly and Chinese, broadcast on Radio 5 in 1992. She remembers her childhood: ‘But most of all I hated the shop. The takeaway. Or, as the locals called it, “The Chinky”[…]

I've had a Chinky, a Chic Murray and, afore ye came tae collect me, I had some fuckin' fancy Italian pasta dish. It was pure dead brilliant, by the way!

Oh my chinky she's so kinky got me hot like Nagasaki

Since I come from the North-eastern part of India myself and belong to a minority race, I too have suffered from racism, at least in its milder forms. I’ve been called "chinky", "momo", "chowmein", and more.

However, what matters to them is the intention of such a question, especially when they are invectively referred to as chinky and other remarks that are considered to be derogatory