For Chicano Studies to be implemented in the public or college schools, the Mexican-Americans had to make a statement for their voice to be heard. The Mexican-Americans came together as family in 1968 and Mexican-American student’s…
As a result, the self-determination of our community is now the only acceptable mandate for social and political action; it is the essence of Chicano commitment. Culturally, the word Chicano, in the past a pejorative and class-bound adjective, has now become the root idea of a new cultural identity for our people. It also reveals a growing solidarity and the development of a common social praxis. The widespread use of the term Chicano today signals a rebirth of pride and confidence. Chicanismo simply embodies an ancient truth: that man is never closer to his true self as when he is close to his community.…
It was wonderful to meet you last night. Everything we discussed was highly intriguing, and I am quite eager to read through the papers that you mentioned.…
In this paper I will try to highlight the different sources that have contributed to my cultural background. I will start by saying that I was born in Mexico and I was raised in a big family; 5 brothers and 5 sisters. I studied at a catholic school from grade school through middle school and moved to a public school in the United States the first two years of high school. Then I moved back to Mexico to complete high school. I live in Mexico but have been working at U.S. manufacturing companies for 20 years.…
In a school that has a proud tradition of scholarly excellence, having produced some of the country’s great thinkers and leaders, I put it to you that we are courageous enough, proud enough and confident enough to engage in such conversations and be prepared to examine what it looks like and feels like to be in the ethnic minority and be a member of our community.…
Anthropology intellectually excites me. I say this because for years I loved studying people and how they moved and interacted. So when I discovered anthropology I was excited knowing that ,for a living, I could study people. Not only do I love anthropology but I am interested in all anthropological studies like biological anthropology, primatology, medical anthropology, and physical anthropology. For years my interest in anthropology has given me incentive to do well in school.…
References: 1. Williams, N. W. (2003). Mexican american family: Tradition and change. (pp. 24). California: AltaMira Press. 2. Williams, N. W. (2003). Mexican american family: Tradition and change. (pp. 67). California: AltaMira Press. 3. Williams, N. W. (2003). Mexican american family: Tradition and change. (pp. 87-88). California: AltaMira Press. 4. Williams, N. W. (2003). Mexican american family: Tradition and change. (pp. 56). California: AltaMira Press.…
The place I grew up in could be considered above average. I had my friends that I would see every day and my family back at home. However, everything that any of us did would be over the top in every way possible. This became especially evident when my family and I would begin to plan a party or travel, this improvement of activities would be known as the “Mexican Way”. To be more specific, my family and I turned a normal New Year’s Eve party into a colorful and explosive fiesta. At first it seemed normal, we bought all the fireworks, started getting all the food ready for the party, and all my cousins and uncles started to arrive at my house; but as soon as it got dark everything started to get out of hand. As the first bottle rockets went…
There has been many cases in which I have helped an outsider feel welcome. One time in particular is when I played tag with this little boy at church since he was new and no one else played with him. Originally, I was outside eating candy and talking to my friends at church. I noticed that this little boy was standing all alone watching all the other little kids play without him. I thought that maybe he was upset so I went over to him and asked if he wanted the rest of my gummy worms. He seemed nervous at first, but eventually he started talking to me. I learned that he was five years old and he was visiting his grandparents for the weekend. His older brother was outside playing basketball with some of the other older boys at the church, and…
I grew up in a typical Mexican household in southwest Detroit, and it was not until recently when I became aware of what this meant. Being a Latino student in this country means I am not expected to make it far; it means the higher success I reach in academia, the lonelier I will become. “A Mexican boy, from a dirt-poor village, from Detroit, go to college? HA. Good luck with that.” These discriminatory ideas that society tries to implant in me only strengthen and encourage me to strive for greater success. I am proud to say that breaking stereotypes has become a hobby for me. I am at the top of my class, an active member of my community, have leadership positions in several organizations, I perform professionally in a cultural band, and I even compete in soccer year-round. While people of my background are consistently trapped at the bottom of the social hierarchy, I am proud of who I am and I would not change it for the world. My low socioeconomic status and the racial marginalization I suffer in this country has made me the vibrant young man I am today and formulated my long-term goal to rid my family from the shackles of…
Growing up in an immigrant family shaped my view of life. Neither of my parents achieved their goals of higher education, so they enforced their beliefs on their three children; the oldest daughter (who battles with identity issues), a son (who grew up playing basketball to express his emotions of not knowing his biological father), and last but not least, the youngest daughter (who faces an endless battle of stress and depression). As a result of my parents forcing their beliefs onto their children, a competitive barrier formed around us. As the youngest child, I had to watch my older siblings achieve the most in their schools, while I was left as the “last child” to the rest of my family members; the “last child” to achieve something. They…
My first home for many years. This land comes rarer to me as the day…
It is a beautiful day in Sacramento, California and I am just getting lunch at “Mrs. Castillo’s home for Orphans” while I was eating string cheese and carrots with my best friend Elijah, my other friend Allie ran into the cafeteria and said “Hey! Samara! I have something for you, from Mrs. Castillo! After she was done sprinting, she handed me a note that said “Mrs. Castillo’s office, and I looked at the bottom and I saw something circled… and it said NOW!!! In all capitals. I knew that I did something wrong, I just knew it! I was so nervous I felt like I was going to throw up. As soon as I got up to the door I knocked, and heard her say “Come in my dear.” I walked in the door, and as soon as I got in there she turned around…
First, the Hispanic traditions from my family have taught me important life lessons. Since I was a kid, people who really care for my progress and me have always surrounded me. These people are my family. I’m convinced that my Hispanic heritage has been an imperative factor while determining the importance…
I changed my mind about running the day my father made me run my first race. It was a hot summer day, and I was inside watching television with my siblings when my dad asked us if we all wanted to run a race with him. At first, I wasn't too sure about it even though he said it was only a one mile race. But, in school, we already had to run a mile in gym, and I wasn't very good.…