OPINION
2 | The WheelFebruary 6, 2012
Social justicecolumn:
Voiceof change
By BeckyDoucette
associateeditor
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Volume 79, issue 8
Editorial:
An opposite way of being
By Rachel Armstrong
news editor
The rst thing I did when I arrived homerom Quito, Ecuador was travel to the
Uptowner Diner on Grand Avenue to eat
a Farmer’s Breakast: hash browns, eggs,onions and cheese all piled up, ried andserved greasy.While I’ll openly, readily admit that I missedhash browns almost as much as I missed my best riend, I could barely nish a quarter o what was on my plate. The heavy ood satuncomortably in my stomach or most o the day while I greeted riends and amily,
Thoughts fromabroad:
The politicsof “americana”
By Anna Hayes
international columnist
It has been over one month since I arrivedin Santiago de los Caballeros, DominicanRepublic. Wow. I am taken aback by simply writing that sentence. Three fights, one weeko orientation, three weeks o classes, twodays o illness, three one-day excursions, onerural work retreat, lots o rain and copiousamounts o walking have already changed me.However, what has impacted me mostcannot be pin-pointed to any particularmoment or even any collection o suchinstances o time. Instead, it is somethingthat has been slowly and gradually revealingitsel through sel-refection: identity.Now, the term “identity” is itsel incredibly vague. It can imply one’s perceptions o race,gender, religion, ethnicity, amily background,culture and so much more. The “identity”to which I reer pertains to country – my
home – the United States of America. Upon
my arrival to the Dominican Republic, Iwas accustomed to saying the phrase “I amAmerican” (“Soy americana” in Spanish).However, during one o my classes here, thetrue implications o this expression werebrought to light.
People who live in Chile, Argentina, Brazil,
Mexico and even Canada are American too.We all live in continents bearing the name“America.” It is actually more correct and
proper for me to say, “I am U.S. American.”
This identies the continent and country inwhich we reside and call home. Why have we,
as people from the United States of America,
come to identiy ourselves so strongly withthe sole sel-identity o “American”?My identity here has suddenly becomeexponentially more important. Learningwhat it is like to be stereotyped and composea part o the minority are riveting. Other
students can tell I am a U.S. American just
by passing me while walking around campus.True, I have skin o a much lighter shade o color than the majority o people here andmy Spanish skills are not quite up to parwith those o real Dominicans, but evenwith these points aside, they can still tell thecountry rom which I hail. Am I wearing a big
sign stating, “I am from the United States of
America?” Maybe it is the way I walk or thetypes o clothing I wear; though I personally do not think I dress very dierently romthe majority o students here. Or, it couldsimply be the act that I use a backpack. Notraditional Dominican students use “mochilas,”or backpacks. Instead, they carry their booksin their hands or some emale students havelarge purses in which they can place a ewbooks. By whatever manner, I am dierent.Is there anything wrong with being theminority? No, by no means is this a bad thing.It is actually good or me. This time here is
helping me to step outside my comfort zone,
discover more about my identity on multiplelevels, engage in new experiences, do some
crazy things and stop using a backpack…
well, maybe.Hopeully we can all take a step back as
we begin a new academic semester to realize
what denes us and use it not only to urtherour education, but improve our lives.Anna can be reached at
amhayes@stkate.edu.
unpacked, watched old episodes o “How IMet Your Mother” and chatted with my littlebrother. Finally, I was orced to throw outthe letovers and sadly admit to mysel thathash browns soaked in grease and servedup cheesy just aren’t my avorite anymore.Ater all the screams and tears o a long-awaited homecoming, I sat in my quiet,rambling house in Shakopee and tried togure out what to do with mysel. In trueRachel orm I had a list: nish senior honorsproject, email host amily, email proessors,call Heather, call Adam, unpack, buy milk.But it was all so...dierent.In a ten hour plane ride my lie wentrom one way o being to an opposite way o being. Somehow, solely due to physicallocation, I’ve got a completely dierent seto expectations to live up to. In Ecuador Iwas, quite simply, expected not to get hurtand to try my best.Here, I’m expected to do much more.Because I know the cultural context o Minnesota, because I grew up here, I shouldknow how to navigate lie here. Moreover,I’m expected to know what I’m doing withthat lie, to grow up.And that is proving dicult.As a senior, I’m asked constantly, “Whatare you doing ater graduation?” My answeris always dierent. Some days I’m taking ateaching position in Boliva, others, movingout west or graduate school, or working as abarista or a waitress or living in my mother’sbasement.Clearly, I have no clue. I can’t even tell you what my avorite ood is at the moment.That, more than anything, was the slap in theace that nally convinced me: I’m dierent.I can’t tell you when it happened. It was amyriad o little moments: riding the Teleericoto the top o Mount Pinchincha, buying my rst Ecuadorian beer, nding trinkets andabrics in the Otavalan market, saying helloto my host amily, then saying goodbye,coming home again and nally re-enteringmy normal, hectic lie in Minnesota. Whateverit was, whenever it was, I’ve changed.That dierence means that my plans or theuture have changed too. Beore I traveled Iwanted to spend my lie in academia. I havea head or theory and the real world is otentoo sharp or me. However, ater traveling orso long, I can’t imagine cementing mysel inone place or our or more years.The question is always there, poundingdully at the back o my head as I check thingso my to-do list. Thankully, I’ve still got alittle time to gure it out.Rachel can be reached at
rmarmstrong@stkate.edu.
When considering what topic to start withas the new social justice columnist, I beganto panic. A thought that ran through my mind was “what i there are no social justiceissues happening?” I understand now howoolish o a thought this was.Recently, Cheryl Perich sued her ormeremployer, a Lutheran Church aliated school,on the grounds o the American DisabilitiesAct o 1990. This act protects the jobs o thosewho are qualied or their position but areacing a disability. This school red Perichwhen she took a leave in 2004 to receivetreatment or her diagnosed narcolepsy, asleep disorder signied by excessive sleepingand daytime sleep attacks.This case went to the Supreme Court,which ruled Perich. The reasoning givenwas that Perich was ullling a “minister”position, which allows the Church to ollowtheir own ruling o who is eligible to ll theseaith-based roles. However, no one can seemto agree what a “minister” position is.This has sparked discussion surroundingreligious-based education institutions. Perichwas hired originally as a temporary lay teacher,but had been promoted in 2000 as a “called”teacher. I Perich had been teaching mathwould she have been protected? I this hada dierent religious aliation (i.e. Muslimor Jewish) would the court ruling have beenthe same?At one point an article stated that someplaces o worship consider their janitorialsta as “minister workers” since they cleanpews and polish cruciixes. I there is nodenite understanding surrounding a ministerposition, than how can our Supreme Courtuse that as reasoning?This brings me to our religious-aliated
St. Catherine University (SCU). As a Campus
Minister, can I be red due to discrimination?Can I be red or being an openly gay studentand not have legal protection?In my opinion, what I interpret rom thisstory is that the Church has the authority to discriminate. This cannot be thoughto as a simple “this happened once” story.This woman had the courage to ght orher position in her work, and was turneddown. Her struggle could very well be thestruggle o other employees who did nothave the means or knowledge to ght ortheir work position. Also, with the SupremeCourt ruling there may be others who willnow all back into ear.There are always social justice issueshappening. So, the next question that ranthrough my mind was, “which social justiceissues most aect our students?”This is also a oolish question. These issues,the Supreme Court ruling, do aect us. Theruling aects our aculty and our proessorsbecause we are a religious aliated school.The story o Perich can very well be thestory o one o our educators in the uture.Our campus is aected because we need toknow which protections we’re guarenteedand which we aren’t--because this is ourcommunity.Becky can be reached at
rjdoucette@stkate.edu.