1) Melissa is the daughter of Filipino immigrants who came to America in the 1970s seeking financial stability and the American Dream. They raised Melissa in Pasadena, California emphasizing the importance of education and career success.
2) As a child, Melissa experienced racism and sexism that made her lose confidence. She was bullied for her ethnicity and made to feel weak for being a girl. This caused her to become quiet and hide her insecurities.
3) In college, Melissa realized she did not want to become a doctor as her parents wished, but instead pursued education and social justice. She developed a passion for helping underserved communities and addressing issues of racism through her faith and relationships
1) Melissa is the daughter of Filipino immigrants who came to America in the 1970s seeking financial stability and the American Dream. They raised Melissa in Pasadena, California emphasizing the importance of education and career success.
2) As a child, Melissa experienced racism and sexism that made her lose confidence. She was bullied for her ethnicity and made to feel weak for being a girl. This caused her to become quiet and hide her insecurities.
3) In college, Melissa realized she did not want to become a doctor as her parents wished, but instead pursued education and social justice. She developed a passion for helping underserved communities and addressing issues of racism through her faith and relationships
1) Melissa is the daughter of Filipino immigrants who came to America in the 1970s seeking financial stability and the American Dream. They raised Melissa in Pasadena, California emphasizing the importance of education and career success.
2) As a child, Melissa experienced racism and sexism that made her lose confidence. She was bullied for her ethnicity and made to feel weak for being a girl. This caused her to become quiet and hide her insecurities.
3) In college, Melissa realized she did not want to become a doctor as her parents wished, but instead pursued education and social justice. She developed a passion for helping underserved communities and addressing issues of racism through her faith and relationships
Spring 2014 Melissas Cultural Autobiography Early Family Life in America I am the only child of Filipino immigrants. Although my story began with the journey of ancestors, I choose to write from where my parents path began in America. Each of my parents came to America because of older family members who served as gateways for their arrival. After dating for a few months, my mothers temporary visit as a tourist in America was to expire. She then told my father that if he was serious about her, he would marry her so she could stay. Since my father had a permanent status in America, he decided to marry my mother. My father became an accountant and my mother was a payroll clerk for insurance companies. While I grew up, my parents always referred to the Philippines as home and America as a temporary place to make money and raise a family so that they could eventually go back home with more financial stability. My parents saved their money for many years until they were able to buy their first home and only home in Pasadena, California in the mid-1970s. The street where my parents lived was primarily a white, elderly population. I was born in 1976. My parents continue to live in Pasadena in the same house. Although they still speak of eventually going home to the Philippines, they havent made the move despite both being retired. Their home is a symbol of status for them. My parents constantly reminded me that as long as I worked hard and went to college, I could be successful. Success meant being a doctor or lawyer. Symbols of status were important to my parents because it proved the American Dream worked. They were immigrants who made it. I remember the day my parents bought their first white Mercedes Benz. That car showed they had made it. My mother could not let that car go. It sat in their driveway long after it stopped working. I was unaware of my familys social class until we visited the Philippines when I was 19 years old. We decided to shop at one of their mega malls. People would stare at me. My mother and I walked to the restroom and I asked her why people were staring at me. What was wrong with me? My mother said people stared because they could tell I was from America. She also said that when they negotiated with vendors, I was to remain silent. My American accent would convince vendors to raise the prices that my parents were trying to negotiate down. It was then that I realized our American citizenship was a social class in of itself when in a third world country. One night, my aunt invited our family to have dinner with family friends during our stay in the Philippines. As we drove through the dark streets and approached the 10 foot black gates of our dinner party, I was struck by the begging children waiting outside the gates. We drove through the gates and closed them, dividing us from them. On the other side of the gate were twinkling lights strewn around palm trees, a mansion and a guest house. The dinner party was filled with wealthy, Filipino senators and their families. This was the first time I was physically sickened by my financial privilege. School Days I have always been a quiet person for as long as I can remember. That is what I thought until I watched an old family video. I was in the kitchen, not watching, but just listening as the video played. All of a sudden I heard an obnoxious, loud girl in the background. Upon looking up, I was startled to discover that that loud girl was me at 8 years old. The loudness was not startling, it was the confidence behind the voice that was captivating. Who was that girl? Why did she become so quiet? When I travel back to that time, an image of me as a third grader brings to light how that confident girl became silent. That year was critical because it was the year I became aware of my race, ethnicity, and gender at once. It was recess time at Webster Elementary. I was wearing my turquoise dress that my step-grandmother sewed for me and my run down sneakers. A teacher asked if there were any students who wanted to play baseball after lunch. Even though I had never played before, I thought that it would be fun to learn. I am proud of how courageous I was back then. I thought what the heck and walked on the field. I was the only girl. I was also the only Asian. I was up to bat. The boys on my team yelled at me to not swing. Since I didnt know why I swung anyway. I missed. Strike one. Finally, a boy said that if I didnt swing, I could walk to first base. Since I wanted to help my team I stopped swinging. It was then that I realized that I was seen as weak because I was a girl. When I relive that time in my life, I still grieve for that girl. That moment crushed her confidence and quieted her more. I continue to build back the confidence I lost that day. That same year, I was playing tag with my friends at recess. A white boy whom I had never met walked up to me and pulled both his eyes into a straight line and said, Ching chong! Youre Chinese! I looked around me to see if he was talking to someone else. He couldnt be talking to me. My eyes dont look like that. I dont speak like that. I am not Chinese. For the first time, I felt both shame for being different. From then on, I didnt want to stand out. Although I used my shyness to hide from my physical insecurities, I felt confident as a student.
College Years I went to UCSD ready to become the doctor I dreamed I would be. After my first biology course in my first quarter, I decided that was not the path for me. At this point, I realized that I could choose what I wanted to become. I had been carrying the burden of living out what my parents dreamt for me, when in the end my parents asked me what I wanted. Maybe thats why they came to America and worked so hard, so that I would have a choice. When I took social science and teacher education classes with friends, it was then that I first experienced what it felt like to be passionate about a cause. We read Kozol and discussed how society perpetuates the underserved and those who continue to have power and access. I decided to minor in teacher education and social sciences. I just didnt know what to do with it. Faith and Social Justice Intersect I grew up culturally Catholic. Being Catholic was always intimately tied to being Filipino. When I went to college, I wanted to own my own faith and choose it for myself. I attended various non-denominational Christian groups until I chose one that valued diversity and social justice. During one meeting, we began an intense discussion of race and how our personal experiences with racism shaped our identity. We were encouraged to be vulnerable and honest. I had not up until that point dealt with the pain of being made fun of for being Asian. As others were sharing their stories I was relieved to hear I wasnt alone but also angry to hear others say they were color blind. After witnessing others courage to speak, I then spoke my own truth. It was then that I befriended a white woman who apologized for what her race had done. Her name was Melissa too. She would ask me questions about my story. She never assumed or defended. She simply asked and listened. The Christian group we were both attending spoke about reconciliation and challenged us to pursue it through authentic relationships. I learned what it meant to be committed to pursuing racial reconciliation through my friendship with Melissa. Racial reconciliation was not an end product but a process where both parties are committed to, even if it means sacrifice and risk. It was also then I learned how my faith was also about bringing about the kind of justice I yearned for in an active way. It was no longer a building to attend to on Sundays. I questioned how I could live out the justice I sought for. Beyond College As an educator, I see that my experiences as both on the receiving end of oppression and privilege. The interviews and re-entering my journey through this cultural autobiography has helped me realize those experiences have given me empathy for the underserved and made me aware of my choice to use my privilege to empower others. It is a choice to be willing to sacrifice and risk my comfort for the benefit of others. This is advocacy. Much of my assumptions were corrected through relationships built on deep understanding and trust. They were built over time. Although my experiences have added to my awareness, there is much more for me to learn by pursuing authentic relationships that will continue to challenge my assumptions with others who have different faith and sexual orientations from myself. My journey towards cultural proficiency continues.
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