This autobiographical essay will define my experience as a Dominican immigrant living in New York City. Being an American citizen with a Dominican background are extremely relevant to the process of political socialization. My family background is founded on the principles of democratic values, which taught to me by my mother and father. In New York City, I found a “melting pot” of different immigrants that allowed me to feel more accepted as a Dominican living in the United States. More so, these aspects of the socialization process provided a foundation for my belief in democratic values throughout my life.
I am not white, but I am not Mexican either. I am, however, a first generation Mexican American with parents from San Luis Potosi, Mexico. Perhaps I do not know what it is like to cross the border that refrains me from being Mexican, or the color of my skin that refrains me from being white, but my own personal experiences make me the Mexican American that I am today. Growing up I celebrated the Fourth of July with fireworks, and the Day of the Virgin of Guadalupe with matlachines.
It was about a 5 mile walk just to get to the border between Mexico and America, we would have took a cab to the border but the last time we took a cab it was a disaster. We waited in line to get out of Mexico for hours and hours there were probably a lot of people in line because there was no where to stay in Mexico and right when I got to the front of the line to give the person my passport to get out of Mexico I heard something behind me I assumed it was just another person waiting in line it sounded like they were dragging something heavy and metal. So I turned around to see a tall ugly man with a steel club. The he took duct tape and wrapped it around my mouth I was screaming
From as early as I could remember I noticed I was not like the others kids. I had an interest for things most kids would not be interested in. I liked interacting with people, knowing about people and their life stories; I wanted to help in anyway that I could when I would hear everyone’s problems. I thought outside the box throughout my whole childhood and I wanted to make the most out of my knowledge. I told myself that I was going to dedicate my life to helping my community.
I am very proud of my Hispanic heritage. Even though, I am an United States citizen, I am always going to belong to my Hispanic backgrounds. There are so many reasons that I am proud to be Guatemalan and American that I could write a whole book about it. However, I regularly participate in my Hispanic culture and community through my family, traditions, and by being bilingual.
I believe the term, hispanic, itself does not define who I am. I define who I am and who I want to become. However, I do come from a Mexican heritage. Coming from a Mexican heritage has influenced and deeply impacted my life. My heritage has taught me a lot.
I have a crush for Mexican ’s I spent my last three years of high school and it was amazing, there is a lot to see and to do in Mexico, I actually improved a lot my Spanish because it’s the main language. And I have created the best friendships and I graduated with my best friends
We need to educate people about the conflicts that Mexico and the need to resolve the related struggles. It is everyone’s responsibility to learn about these challenges in Mexico. People need to be informed on how they can help resolve some of these conflicts. I didn’t realize how uneducated I was about these conflicts until I started my research process. We should be informing people that through donating money, time and talents, preserved foods and other helpful resources can make a
While living in Guatemala I have seen a lot of mistreatment with people around my community. There has been a lot of violence and people have been getting hurt. I have fear of returning to my country for the gangs that are in my town, they have multiplied over the years. It is not a very large town, but a lot goes on there. It is known that there is trafficking in drugs and humans.
Despite a new government emerging in Mexico, the struggle for stability in this country still lives. With the rise of the drug cartels in the 1980’s, Mexico began its struggle to fight off not only the drug cartel but also the corruption now living in the
My cultural product is a sorority pin. This pin is in the shape of a pyramid. It is made of gold and has blue sapphires. The sorority I joined at theUniversity of Rhode Island gave me this pin at my initiation. When I joined the sorority, Ienvisioned myself at the very top of the pyramid, the smallest part because I am a minority.
I Had many teachers through this journey called “life.” Only one teacher stood out the most from all of them. My grandma from my mother’s side is a great teacher. My grandma’s name is Leonarda Rueda, also known as Lala. Lala is 4 feet 11 inches tall and weighs about 120lbs.
I identify as a Latina. I have always considered myself as a Latina, but throughout time, I believe that I have assimilated more into a white individual because of the privilege that I hold and because I have lived in the US most of my life. I have received mostly negative messages from those who are not from my ethnicity. My peers and I were told we wouldn’t graduate high school and be laborers for the rest of our lives. With the current politics, I believe that this still holds true where some people still hold stereotypes and give oppressing messages to Latinos.
It was over 13 years since I’ve been to Mexico, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember my mom telling me that I was going to Mexico for a couple of weeks with my aunt Elvira. We packed my clothes and other belongings in a big blue suitcase. The next day my mom dropped me, my brother, my aunt and her two kids off at the bus station. We were ready to get in the bus when my mom pulled my brother and me to talk to us.
Based on the way I look, people assume that I’m biracial. As far as the way I talk, so many people have told me that I “talk white.” I don’t really understand why people choose to judge without knowing why I am who I am. “Cultural identity is the identity or feeling of belonging to a group. It is part of a person's self-conception and self-perception and is related to nationality, ethnicity, religion, social class, generation, locality or any kind of social group that has its own distinct culture.”
