I have lived in New York City my entire life and I truly believe there is no other city greater than this one on the face of the Earth. I can’t imagine living in any other city but this one. I live in the Upper West side of Manhattan near many tourist attractions. And it is beautiful to see people from different parts of the world come together and bring their culture to this beautiful city. But even in such a diverse city we are experiencing the loss of culture.
I come from a Hispanic household and the main language spoken in my home is Spanish. A lot of my friends in Elementary school and Middle School were Spanish speaking so sometimes we would start up a conversation in Spanish. I remember some students would get mad at me and tell me to stop speaking Spanish. In Middle School I had a friend that had just come from Ecuador and she only spoke Spanish most of the children made fun of her and told her “speak English this is America if you want to speak Spanish go back to your country.” That was very hurtful to my friend and as she learned English she spoke Spanish less and less. And 8 years later she refuses to speak Spanish to me. In this instance she felt obligated to deny to give up her culture because she did not want to be bullied and she wanted to fit into the school environment. My friend felt that her culture was not good enough compared to the American culture.
This is how ZITKALA-SA felt in her book American Indian Stories. Zitkala-Sa was a Native American girl. When Zitkala-Sa was taken to the East to school she was forced to learn the White American Culture or as she called them “paleface.” In this school she was forced to follow strict rules and learn the “proper” way to eat according to American culture. “I grew bitter, and censured the woman for cruel neglect of our physical ills. I despised the pencils that moved automatically, and the one teaspoon which dealt out, from a large bottle, healing to a row of variously ailing Indian children. I blamed the hard-working, well-meaning, ignorant woman who was inculcating in our hearts her superstitious ideas.” Unlike my friend Zitkala-Sa grew hate to those that tried to change her culture. She hated the fact that the white woman felt that the Native American culture was “ill” meaning it was sick, broken, messed up. She felt that it needed to be healed. And Zitkala- Sa says she despised all of this treatment. She despised that this woman was trying to change her culture and she referred to her as ignorant.
This is why I say don’t ever feel embarrassed by your culture! Be proud of your culture, love your culture, embrace it. Love the person you are and learn about new cultures you never know what may impact your life.