Such disgrace has allowed for my persona as an intelligent, goal-oriented, and indeed hardworking Mexican-American to evolve. The idea of leaving for college, an idea I was never exposed to and always seemed too far fetched, thankfully has come to light through my dedication to pursue a medical degree. Not only do I want to change the perception of Mexican-Americans’ in this country, I will persevere in assisting those in war-torn countries. Unfortunately, thousands of people have no other option but death due to the lack of medical assistance. Pursuing the ultimate American Dream with the knowledge that many young children are denied the opportunity, for instance, my mother, cia, who due to the lack of resources failed to pursue a nursing degree, has encouraged many Latino-Americans.
Prior to arriving in UC Davis, I understood the word “Chicana/o” purely by its true definition; Mexican American. I always found the term to just be another word to classify a large group of Mexican individuals. The term appeared generic to me similar to Latino or Hispanic. Growing up in a small town that is largely Latino enclave, I would assume that I have some comprehension, however it seemed truant. It appeared that Mexicans always pride themselves with the word Chicano, however I thought otherwise.
Growing up as a first-generation Mexican American was a huge advantage for me in that it allowed me to grow up in a culturally diverse community. I learned how to work well with people of all backgrounds and empathize with people from all walks of life. However, while being the first in my family to go to college was a momentous accomplishment, the lack of instruction and guidance lead me to commit many mistakes that could have been easily avoided during my first years at college. My timidity and downright arrogance lead me to believe that I did not need anyone’s assistance and thus I found myself denial that there was a problem in terms of my grades during my first semesters. I have since addressed this issue and have worked diligently to
Coming from a Mexican background and first time generation College student, I have had to face the difficulties with being first. When I was younger, I noticed that most of my classmates were not in the same boat as I was. This led to me thinking less of myself and being embarrassed of where I came from. As I grew older, I found classmates who were in the same situation as I was and suddenly my background was not the burden I thought it was. I learned to accept who I am and feel apart of something once I discovered some of class mates come from the same origins.
The distinction made by Hernandez before the Supreme Court is such that although the State may classify Mexican-Americans as “Whites,” the difference in treatment renders them worlds apart from Caucasians. Ironically, it was necessary for Hernandez to make this distinction in order to be treated as an equal. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that the triumph of intellect over power is essential to our survival as a species. Undeserving patriotism aside, America is the only country since its birth that has repeatedly said that we can do better; it is inherent in our being. When we fight for our rights as men, we don’t defend a piece of paper or land but rather the ideas they were founded on and so long as we hold sacred and undeniable the principle that all men are created equal, America will never
The resulting organizations were called cartels, misleadingly, as they were in fact fragment of an exploded cartel. The byproducts of decartelization and most were operated by descendants or associates of the Guadalajara trio. As the 1990s unfolded, all these Mexican traffickers grew as proved impossible to revive the old relationship between the subservient crook and dominant
Mexicans and Mexican Americans had an additional problem with the American’s, because they were being threat with deportation. Also they were having a job crisis. The government began to repriatiing immigrants to Mexico, as hostility to immigrant’s workers grew. Some immigrants were tricked or coerced back to Mexico, but some went voluntarily, because they were offered rides to go
“An American to Mexicans/a Mexican to Americans” (Pat Mora). This is a quote from a poem about being Mexican American immigrant and all its struggles. In America immigrants will always be seen as immigrants, even if they are American citizens. Immigrants have trouble being successful in the the U.S. because of the way they are treated by U.S. born citizen - especially xenophobic people. This causes them unable to obtain freedom because they are undermined as citizens.
Going back to school has always been on my mind but never a priority. I allowed other life distractions to interfere. After what seems like years of trying to find my identity and motivation, I have finally decided to go back to school to better not only my life but my daughter’s as well. Being a single mother of one, I want my daughter to see that not only your skill set, but a college degree is a great way to start your career and meet the expectations you set for yourself. The expectations I have for myself are finishing my Bachelor’s Degree in Business Management and eventually finishing with my MBA in Human Resources.
I wish not to base my level of successfulness on the amount of money I earn or receive, but on the amount of heart I give to others and my work. Over the next thirty years my success will be reflected by a number of significant milestones that will lead me into a career in the music industry. The hard work and values my Ghanaian immigrant parents instilled in me has led to my academic success as I was constantly reminded of the value of education. Pushed to do better everyday, my parents were successfully able to build up a strong work ethic in me.
Dialect, most people would agree, is the first practical identifier of a person. Yes, there is an unholy amount to be said for visual judgements –physical appearance holds unconscious powers that vocals will never achieve- but when considering true, difficult-to-mask features of a person, one’s speech is the foremost artifact in identification that is, most of the time, genuine. Language is the binding that holds our whole book of life together: your language, and more specifically, your dialect, decides where your page is placed.
Yes it was a “wealthier” area but the only reason why we were living there was becuase they public schools had higher FCAT scores than the surrounding areas so my boys could go to a good school. Another example is when I tell people I am Spanish here is south Florida they automatically assume I am Cuban or Puerto Rican or Mexican which is not the case at all. I have been dealing with this stereotype my whole life. When I tell someone I am not from there and I am from Argentina most of the time they do not even know where Argentina is exactly. They just assume because
Choosing to be a Mexican over American Today I feel more like a Mexican than anything else even though I was born in the united states. I may have papers and be American but hearing other ethnicities call my people immigrants and illegal makes me feel more like an immigrant myself. I feel this way because although I am considered an American I would much rather stand by my people and my culture. I would label myself as a Mexican-American, Latina, person of color, and as a minority. I describe myself as a Mexican-American because I was born and raised in Chicago and from Mexican descent.
After reading the story “The Myth of the Latin Woman”, I was not astonished that people still to this day carry the mindset of racial stereotyping. Even though that no matter how much a person tries to cast away from their culture to avoid being labeled, they would still be judged from what the world portrays them as. However, even to this day I am and will forever be a victim of being labeled due to the color of my skin. I myself as well as others in this society am guilty of stereotyping Latino women due to what we see in movies. There was a time when I came across a young Latino female, it was when I was hanging out with a group of friends after school.
“An Ode To Being Blaxican Shines A Light On An Erased Identity” written by Shanna Collins. This article is written about Dolores Morado, a brown grandma raising her biracial kids and grandkids. She wanted to raise them with both Mexican and Black cultures in her household. But once her family found out that she was pregnant with a black man, they let her know right away that she’d have problems with society. She was prepared with all the rude comments they’d give her.