Being born into a Hispanic family, I was constantly influenced by my parents, peers, and school officials to work harder than an average American kid because I was labeled as Mexican not American. My culture has strict, strong standards when it comes to having men lead the household, women bear and raise the children, and children follow the parents’ footsteps. However, I grew up contemplating to contradict my Hispanic heritage. It began with learning how to speak, write, and read English all on my own because my parents only knew Spanish. I knew my parents wanted a different future for my siblings and I, for they only made it to primary school before having to work and raise their first child.
I don't speak Spanish at home and my parents are really lenient with me as far as grades and going out. When I talk to my friends about our situations at home, they make fun of me for being so "white". I don't see myself as any different from them, but to them, even the way I speak is considered "white". To me, I am simply me. I don't really define my cultural identity as anything other than Cuban-American, but that's what I was taught when I was younger.
Some students dropped out of school as they felt unwanted and the conditions were not great. Sal Castro fought against such conditions and encouraged more students to enroll in college prep classes. Castro would teach his students that they themselves were not the problem. As the time advanced the students at Lincoln High School became aware and addressed their concerns to the Los Angeles School Board. The School Board of course did not pay much attention to them.
The community therefore had an influx of new residents such as and El Salvadorans; Mexicans and Samoans. This created a lot of tension in the school showing a program was needed to address multiculturalism. An after school program was created to teach the students about the different cultures. Later these program was included as part of history class due to low participation in the after school program.
Of course racism is everywhere but being a hispanic child in public school in such a large city there was a large variation in races so everyone pretty much got along. Once I moved to Kentucky I noticed that I would get a lot of stares and that many people would try to seperate themselves from me. I would get a mix of racist remarks and questions about who I was. Some people were interested in why I could speak more than one language while others would push me away and make it clear that they did not want me to be around them. At first i was confused because as a 9 year old with no experience with racism I did not know what was going on.
He was educated at Damien Memorial School . He explains a time when, the school forced him to take Spanish and thought it was “useless.” He had no choice but to take two years of Spanish. As soon he got older he had to teach a class full of Mexican children that only spoke Spanish. He refreshed his memory about what he learned in Spanish and used what he was taught. Mr.DeLima then states “Nothing that your teachers teach you, is
There is a new student worker with the name of Jose who not only is new to the school but to the country, so he doesn’t speak much English. He asked me for help because he didn’t know the name of many things in our kitchen and I had to tell him that I was very sorry that I couldn’t help him but that I could not speak Spanish to him because my manger Debby and Mercy had prohibited me from doing so. I felt really bad that I could not help this student, and if I as an adult felt bad I can’t imagine how this student must’ve felt. I had to ask as a favor to the other students to please help him because I could not. Because of this my manager Debby changed me from my regular serving
has always been a topic of confusion and hush amongst members , I know for certain that my grandparents first moved to town in roughly the 1950s. Indeed, reflecting on it now I realize how important this was to the development of cultural identity in my family. To be clear, though my family is Mexican-American, there has always been a cultural divide felt between our Mexican heritage and simultaneous status as Americans. Though my grandparents and the generations before them all spoke Spanish and engaged in traditional Mexican festivities, my grandparents did not pass this on to my mother and so my siblings and I never were able to gain this sense of culture. When I grew older, I recall asking my grandmother why she never chose to share this side of our culture with my mother, to which she explained that it simply was not acceptable at the time in which she developed for a Mexican in America to act anything other than completely assimilated.
I was taking a Spanish class, a class in where they were teaching my own language, and so I realized I didn’t needed the class. I had to ask my Spanish teacher if there were any classes that will helped me learn english, and so he mentioned the ELD class(English Language Development Program). Later I was enrolled to the ELD class. When I first came to the country, I thought I was the only one that couldn’t speak English. As soon as I stepped into the class, I knew I wasn't the only one struggling.