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I moved out of home at 17 and at 19 years old I moved to London. The moving out of home stage didn't go entirely to plan but I'll elaborate in the next chapter. It was the move to London that's relevant here. To say London is a multicultural stockpot is an understatement. Being in a city resembling an ethnic selection box brings ethnicity to the surface, including my own. This was a subject I wasn't happy to share. I will emphasise I'd previously spent a number of years visiting London so I wasn't a stranger. Where I'd grown up was on the outskirts of London so I could be there in under an hour. Plus I had a London weekend job at 15 years old which was an achievement given the legal minimum age was 16. I was also enjoying regular outings to clubs and raves around 17 so I wasn't being deprived of the London experience. However I don't know if it was the ingestion of certain illegal substances during those years but issues regarding cultural diversity didn't grab my attention. It was only after permanently moving to the City that I became aware of the topic. Everywhere I went from the supermarket to travelling on the bus I was confronted with the multicultural aspect. You can be in one area believing you're in Pakistan, a tube journey later and you're arrived to a Jewish settlement or Turkey or Jamaica. Consequently the diverse ethnicity of the inhabitants meant I was frequently asked where I was from, something I wasn't accustomed to. I don't know if it was a chat-up line as predominately men would enquire but if it was I wished they'd chosen another subject. Asking where my parents came from was a dialogue that quite frankly I didn't enjoy.
I won't be shy about the fact I wasn't proud to be genetically Iranian. I could think o...
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...I think others hold back. By openly commenting on the subject despite such ignorance at least means the misconceptions can be addressed.
These days when people ask me about my ethnicity I have no reservations about telling the truth. Aside from the fact that I can't be bothered to lie, I don't want to lie. Ironically I am now proud of my heritage and this has been the format with many things during my life. It has been the aspects I've once hated I've later come to love and embrace. The pride I have for my ethnicity is not solely born out of a previously dented shame either. Sure there was a part of me that felt betrayed by society. I was made to feel unnecessarily ashamed of my ethnic roots but I do not blame any one or single factor. The cause of my embarrassment was the unfortunate concoction of misrepresentation, a complicated Iran and youthful sensitivity.
After reading Alsultany’s “Los Intersticios: Recasting Moving Selves,” I realized that there are many misconceptions among those who have single or mixed racial background. For individuals who have more than one races, it may seem that they are at an advantage since they have luxury to take side with which ever race they choose. However, it actually results in a constant aggravation when one is constantly questioned about their race. Alsultany was asked by her classmate about her racial background. It was apparent that her classmate confirmed in her mind that Alsultany was different from her since she didn’t supposedly fit the description of a typical American, despite mentioning that she was born and raised in the U.S. This further strengthened
During the 1800’s, the lower class of London was so large, it basically formed its own city. With a large population and improper disposal of wastes the city became covered in excrement and rotting food. Because London became so unsanitary, many worked jobs to try and remove some of the waste and make use with what they could. Many of the lower class citizens preformed these unsafe and unsanitary jobs of removing waste in order to try and make or find enough money to survive. I feel that today it is still seen that people of a lower economic
One of Beverly Tatum's major topics of discussion is racial identity. Racial identity is the meaning each of us has constructed or is constructing about what it means to be a white person or a person of color in a race-conscious society. (Tatum, pp Xvii) She talks about how many parents hesitate to talk to their children about racism because of embarrassment and the awkwardness of the subject. I agree with her when she says that parents don't want to talk about racism when they don't see a problem. They don't want to create fear or racism where none may exist. It is touchy subject because if not gone about right, you can perhaps steer someone the wrong way. Another theory she has on racial identity is that other people are the mirror in which we see ourselves. (tatum pp18) 'The parts of our identity that do capture our attention are those that other people notice, and that reflects back to us.'; (Tatum pp21) What she means by this is that what other people tell us we are like is what we believe. If you are told you are stupid enough you might start to question your intelligence. When people are searching for their identity normally the questions 'who am I now?'; 'Who was I before?'; and 'who will I become'; are the first that come to mind. When a person starts to answer these questions their answers will influence their beliefs, type of work, where they may live, partners, as well as morals. She also mentions an experiment where she asked her students to describe themselves in sixty seconds. Most used descriptive words like friendly, shy, intelligent, but students of color usually state there racial or ethnic group, while white students rarely, if ever mention that they are white. Women usually mention that they are female while males usually don't think to say that they are males. The same situation appeared to take place when the topic of religious beliefs came up. The Jewish students mentioned being Je...
Author Alice Walker is an African American woman who grew up in the rural south during segregation, as is the narrator in "Everyday Use", Ms. Johnson. Walker feels that one's name should be revered for its symbol of ancestry, as she did when she took back her maiden name to honor her great-great-great-grandmother. In Walker's "Everyday Use," she uses a symbolic quilt to express the differences of understanding one's heritage within a single family.
Sometimes, even my own friends would jokingly tease me or make rude comments about my ethnicity. I always laughed it off, because I did not know how to stand up for myself. It was also very ironic to me how xenophobic my peers acted towards me when I had been living in America for my whole
In reading the first chapter of Ethnic Myth I was instantly lured in with the first sentence. That states this book is dangerous because it clarifies yet rejects all that is known on race, ethnicity, and immigration in the U.S. Race and ethnicity have always been taboo topics. Like discussed in lecture it is not appropriate for someone to come up and ask “What are you? In this reading Steinberg discusses how racial reparations should be demanded however not in the form of cash
When looking into how minority groups work on asserting their desired ethnic identities, I believe this to be the case in many instances. I have heard, and have seen through the media, that if you appear to have some type of African background, that it is better to claim that you also have a background such Puerto Rican or some kind of an Islander. As we have spoken about in class, When someone of African background arrives to America
As a European immigrant in the USA, I have encountered many new cultural phenomena in the last 4 _ years that have challenged me to perceive who I am differently. This experience has been even more polarized by the fact that I have lived most of that time in Los Angeles, a melting pot to be reckoned with. Coming to America, I expected these adaptations to my Irish self but the intensity of becoming cognizant of my label of 'whiteness' has mocked the limitations of my anticipations.
In Subic Bay, Naval Base, Philippines, I spent 6 years in a culturally diverse environment, which meant as a child, I missed the memo that being “mixed” is not the norm. My healthy environment has changed drastically when my dad left and my mom brought me to Manila to live with my grandparents while she worked abroad. In Manila, I had experienced all kinds of prejudice from people who were constantly asking
Growing up people would ask me where I was from, I would answer Queens. There was never a doubt in my mind that this is where I am from since this is where I was born. People would often tell me that I’m not from Queens since my parents are immigrants. I’ve always felt that I’ve had to fight to say where I’m from. These constant battles came from family members, friends, and strangers. It always had questioning my language and personal identity. My family members would say I’m Mexican but I don’t share the culture, language, nor experiences. Strangers from America would say I couldn’t be American since my parents are from another country but I do share the culture, language, and experiences. The craziest part is that my parents did everything they could so there children could
...nd then found myself to be distinctively not like the reaction I found myself / the way I found myself reacting to certain situations) and pretend they wouldn't have an issue with this or that but when faced with a reality of embracing the scenario it can be a very different story. And that's through no fault of their own. I included will believe and think I am capable or ready for something I've never experienced before and when I am confronted with the reality I have been very surprised by my own reactions. Reactions that I was not prepared for and however much I may have disliked what I was seeing about my personality through the reaction I couldn't deny that it wasn't happening. My parents could have said they had no problem with other ethnic children but when confronted with the reality they may have learnt that in fact they were not prepared for the situation.
Living in an immigrant family, I learn a lot about both cultures and understand most reason on why things are the way they are. There are plenty of things I didn’t get to experience while I was younger and mostly because of my parent’s traditions and their beliefs about how I should have been raised. There were also a lot of things that indirectly caused me to succeed in, because of different lifestyle. There are plenty of things that happen to people like me, some of the more popular ones are: Getting good grades in school; Having a very small social life; Becoming well mannered; Never getting complimented
I am a freckled, Caucasian, red-haired, Lutheran and Catholic mix, small town, and middle-class girl. My mother’s side shows their traditional Catholicism by attending church every Sunday in classy, elegant attire. My father’s side is loud, supportive, and flamboyant. I was raised on old-fashioned family values and the idea of money being a tool to help achieve goals.” My father’s family was generally lower class his whole life, and now he is always working very hard to give my sister and me endless opportunities. My mother’s side was middle class with conventional values and lifestyle attributes. My parents, Tony, a hard working mechanic, and Tanya, a Bennie accountant, own a greasy car repair shop just outside of town, and the only employees are family and friends. I am proud of my Norwegian, Scottish, German, and non-Irish heritage. Even though my hair is an “Irish” red, I am not the slightest bit Irish. In fact, red heads are considered unlucky in Irish culture. This typecast is one that I have had to overcome since elementary school. Although there are no negative implications attached when people assume I am Irish, it is bothersome to have to correct someone on something he or she knows nothing about. I went to a public, non-diverse, local school in Lakeville, Minnesota. My high school education was the most traditional time in my schooling because of fine arts budget cuts. These cuts proved to be the strongest “push” for me to pursue a career in the fine arts.
My parents and grandparents had a very strong work ethic, along with strong beliefs about other cultures and races. I was raised to be a respectful of others, to believe in the American dream, and the live by the golden rule, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” (Matt. 7:12). Growing up in the 1960’s my parents were very protective, and I was not exposed to or aware of the civil unrest going on in our country. The only mention of ethnicity were generalizations of nationality: the Italians were good Catholics, the Polish were hard workers, or the German’s made good sausage. My maternal grandmother emigrated from Ireland to the United States in 1923, and was discriminated against as a young Irish woman living in New York City. She had little tolerance for those who complained about cultural discrimination, she believed it was a rite of passage as an immigrant, and if you worked hard you would be rewarded. As a small child and young adult, my world was very small culturally. I lived in a small town, mostly white, and of the Christian faith. My family had a summer home in New Hampshire, therefore my travels were limited to the East Coast. Similar to the Chimamanda Adichie (TED Talks, 2009) discussion in the video “The Danger of a Single Story,” for most of my formative years, I had one story of culture, my
I am female and of Scot-Irish decent. These and those mentioned above are all physical traits that submit me into a sub-culture. There are also emotional and lifestyle factors that include me in numerous other sub-groups. I am a graduate of high school and someone who is attending college. I am currently employed and have had many different jobs ranging from food service, telemarketing, customer service representative, event planning, and retail. Each one of these jobs also puts me in a sub-group as others in the world have participated in these industries. This allows them to relate to me and have knowledge that others outside of this group of workers would not have. I am an only child who has heterosexual parents w...