X

Blackcican Spanish Speaker Didn’t Teach Kids.

Marisha Vandenberg,
Riverside, CA

I was raised in a Mexican household with my mom and her entire family: Mom, Grandma, Grandpa, 2 Uncles & 3 Aunts. I’m also half Creole, so I was always darker and taller than my family and I had long curly hair. We went to church and I stood out like a sore thumb because they all looked alike, and I was the dark one, taller than everyone else not only in my family but in most of our church! I learned Spanish and when we visited family in Mexico, I was only allowed to speak Spanish. I was never really great at it, but over the years, I developed enough vocabulary to get by and native Spanish speakers gladly helped fill in the blanks. I speak Spanish with the appropriate accent, so they were glad to accept me, even if I was a bit darker than they anticipated. Fast forward to when I marry a Dutch German and we start our family. He became concerned that our children would be “confused” if they learned to speak English and Spanish at the same time, even though he knew that I had. None of my reassurances helped. He insisted they not learn both, and I caved in. Both of us regret those choices now and are working on teaching our children how to speak Spanish as teenagers. Our son pronounces words with the appropriate accent. Our youngest daughter pronounces words like a “white girl” (so she says). Our eldest daughter is adopted, so isn’t Mexican at all, but keeps up just fine! I wish my young ignorance hadn’t allowed me to cave in, but it’s never too late to right some wrongs! Thanks CBU-HIS311 for pointing me in this direction! What a great site!!!

¿Eres mexicana? Entonces, ¿por qué el disfraz?

me2012Maria
Seattle, WA

You’re Mexican? Then why the disguise? I was asked this by a viejito selling his wares in Tijuana, México, probably about 20 years ago. He had been shocked to hear me speak Spanish. I would of been in my early 20s, all rebellious with punked out bleached blond hair, red converse & ripped jeans. His comment pissed me off, but his question buried itself somewhere deep, and I still think about what he was asking me.

I grew up in San Diego, 20 minutes from the border. I am Mexican Romanian American. My parents are both immigrants. I grew up in a bilingual household, crossing the border as if it were just a line in the sand. In kindergarten, I remember being asked, do you want to be called Mary, Marie or Maria. I have always felt there was a choice to make. A side to take. A this or that. On either side of the border, when I speak Spanish, people always look at me a little confused and ask where I am from. I can blend in on both sides of the border but at the same time stand out as an ambiguous “other.”

So what is the race card? A friend of mine use to tell me I had every “card” in the book that I could pull out and use as needed. The “Mexican” card, the “Jewish” card, the “First-generation American” card, the “First-generation college student” card. But she never understood, that I also carried with me a card heavier than all others, the “other” card.

No you’re NOT Latina, YOU’RE white.

image11 (1)Karen Davis,
Cupertino, CA.

Recently, I was told by my closest friends that I am NOT latina I am white. I can not understand this because they know I speak fluent Spanish. My father was a migrant worker. My mother was from Mexico and her English was okay however it was obvious she preferred spanish.
What is at the surface for me is that because I have a Master degree, professional, successful, and do not have children, volunteer with non profit organizations to serve children all over the world, I no longer fit into their/societies perceptions of a Latina in modern society.
I am saddened my accomplishments and decisions professionally would discriminate against who I am. I desire other underserved Latina girls like myself to know there is hope. My passion is to inspire other inderserved children to overcome poverty and find their passion.
Removing me out of the “Latina” ethnicity would fail me on every level. It takes for granted the courage and perseverance that were necessary to make a different life from what I knew to be true, my reality as an impoverished child from parents with a 6th grade education.
When I am told what I am it undermines the perseverance and strength it took to build my precious life.
I will be pursuing my PhD next year. That does not take away my ethnicity and being the women my mother only dreamed of becoming….

American girls do not speak Spanish.

Ana
Seattle, WA

We lived in a very small homogeneous town, and my parents had just gotten divorced. My father was the Spanish speaker and became mostly absent. My grandmother was trying to help me keep up with my second language, and I thought to myself it did not matter because American girls do not speak Spanish. I was five, and all I wanted was to fit in with my peers.

Join the Newsletter

Subscription to our newsletter open soon.

Indulge in timeless elegance with our hand-curated collection of luxury vintage men’s fashion. From classic suits to iconic accessories, our online store offers a premium shopping experience for the modern gentleman who appreciates quality and style. Shop now and elevate your wardrobe with our carefully selected pieces that celebrate the art of craftsmanship and heritage fashion.