It is almost two in the morning, and we still have not been able to see her. Five days have passed by, and the presence of my mother was non-existent. School is out for the weekend; time to have fun and mess around and the sight of her brings a smile to our faces. The days fly by fast, and she goes missing once again. My mother, a successful and well-known doctor who had a promising future in medicine, dangerously decided to leave everything behind, along with my father, and move to the country that promised the “American Dream.” Growing up in a Mexican environment proved tough at times, ranging from the hilarious abuelita cussing in Spanish to getting a beating by la chancla. My Hispanic mother, as tough and strict as she was, had the most
Bridgeton, New Jersey is well known for having a large Latino/Hispanic population. The fact that I am also Mexican-American makes it easier to relate to surrounding Latino population because I have come across situations that show the gains and losses of migrating from another country. Up to this date my dad always repeats to us that if it were not for his children he would have left back to his hometown in Guerrero because he does not feel a sense of belonging in the United States even though he has been here for more than 25 years. As stated in the chapter one of the main reasons why many Latinos decide to migrate is in search of a better future for themselves and their loved ones. As a social worker I am able to relate to the Latino population because I understand their culture on a personal level, however those that are not able to have that experience this chapter helps convey one of the many struggles that the Latino population has to face and how to properly go about
A common theme that has been discussed regarding the adversities that immigrants experience when arriving to the America are the social and cultural clashes between immigrants and citizens. What I find interesting is the conflicts pertaining to the health care system. Based on previous lectures, immigrants tend to mistrust the American healthcare system due to difference in medical remedies and the language spoken. I know first hand that my mother would perfer to have a Ghanaian physician, as opposed to the general white American doctor. Anne Fadiman wrote a successful award-winning book called, The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down, which highlights how the cultural differences between the Hmong culture and American medicine jeopardized the health of a little girl named Lia Lee.
distribution (male dominance), and historical heritage tend to change slower than fashion, food, transportation, or language (Savignon, S., & Sysoyev, P. 2002). As stated above in the case report of the three year old Latino girl, had her parents understood language or had there been an interpreter, the doctor would have been able to treat the child sooner. In those cases, however, there should have been another form of communication that would have been able to help the doctor and family of the child understand on another. Whether it would have been drawing or body language, there should have been another effective way so that the girl did not have to suffer for too long.
Hispanics overcoming challenges by: Tejas Kar Many people from all over the world have overcome many challenges. For example, Mahatma Gandhi, Nelson Mandala, Abraham Lincoln and minor people like Rosa Parks. Many other people, like Hispanics have also overcome a wide varied of challenges.
Looking through my grandmothers closet clearing, I was tasked with clearing out unwanted belongings. After hours of cleaning, I found a peculiar tan box. Opening it, I gasped as I saw pictures being filled to the brim. The pictures were old, worn out, blurred, having to squint to make out the picture. Looking through the photos, I come across a man I’ve never seen before.
As a Mexican American I was told that it will be hard for me to get into college. The stereotypes that I faced was that the only job that my race was good at is construction, roofing, and landscaping. I felt like this was not true and wanted to defeat this stereotype. I have learned a lot growing up in a big household. I am the oldest among all my siblings.
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.
Growing up, I would always shrug off the fact that I was of Hispanic origin- It did not appear as something important considering that I came from a Latino community. Like many immigrants, I was Americanized and this meant that there was a disconnection from my homeland. I was unknowing of the significance of pride many Latinos held in order to have a sense of loyalty towards their country.
Sorry about the lost of your dad, I can related a little with you because my grand mother also passes away in Dominican Republic a few years ago and I did not wanted to see her death so I decide to stay here , however she used to do hand embrodery so I asks my mother if she could bring me one of the one she have done and she did bring one that I kept in my nightstand to remember her life and the type of relationship my gandmother and I used to
I am American, Hispanic, Jewish, and Catholic. This combination has molded my values, perspectives, and behaviors. Since my parents are divorced, the strong relationships that I maintain with my two grandmothers have formed the roots of my identity As two of the most influential women in my life, my grandmothers have shaped my interpretation of the role of a woman. My Peruvian grandmother, Papo, embraces traditional roles with grace and elegance.
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
One home remedy that I remember that my Mexican grandmother, called guelita, does, is that she would always use an egg and plant, called ruta, and will begin to rub both the plant and the egg all around our whole family’s body. As a kid I remember each time I spend the night over at my guelita’s house, she will grab an egg and a piece of the ruta plant and tell to stand still, so she can start rubbing the egg and plant all over my body every time right before I go to sleep. And every time I ask her why does she do that, she explains to me is that, all she is doing is blessing me and getting rid of any bad spirits or the evil eye from me and that it will also help me get a good night sleep in the night. To me the whole thing is something I don’t really believe in but glad that my guelita cares about her
Mexico has been my home since I was born; for 17 years I have been amazed by this culture, all the colors, flavors, places and even the people. What we all hear about Mexico is how badly things are going on here, corruption, killings, the disappearance of 43 people, drug dealing, caos. Nevertheless for mexican citizens who are stucked in this country have no other choice but to try and find the beauty within all that mess, by seeking the spark that makes this country keep on moving. In this occasion I share with you Mexico in perspective coming from a 17 year old, who has no option but to stay in school and be a good daughter but manages to find some light within the darkness of the crime that surrounds her, the bursting culture
It was July 4, 1905 on a hot Summer day in Ireland. I, Robert Clemants, was at my small house grabbing everything I could carry. I had heard about America at the local marketplace. Times had been tough and I had been looking for a new life for a long while. I thought this was my chance.
I watched nervously as we got closer and closer to my mother's hometown. I stared out the window and I saw that the once huge green mountains and forest become little colorful concrete houses. As we passed by, I noticed the people walking on the streets. I saw people talk animatedly to each other, couples holding hands, a mother and her child buying fruit for breakfast. Huh, it's not that bad, I thought now more curious.