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September 8, 2023
Since the late 1700s, America has trademarked itself as the melting point of cultures all
around the world. To solidify themselves in that position they even went as far as to put up a
statue entrance of the country holding the torch of liberty. This marketing strategy is the
equivalent of Kohls’s Cash, where they have to spend a certain amount to get 50 or more dollars
off. They pull the customers in under the pretense that they are getting a better deal than they are.
Thousands of immigrants fall prey to the marketing scheme of the catchphrase and statue.
Coming to the States from India, we thought we were getting the deal of the century as
for the mere price of leaving behind everything that we knew, we could earn back the chance at a
superior education and work in a more diverse environment. And at first glance, it seemed to be
just that.
Stepping into the classroom on my first day of American first grade, I remember being
Some blue. Some brown. Some were covered behind thick black hair. Others were
For the first time in my vast education experience of 3 years, I wasn’t staring back at a
hoard of kids who all looked like me. My first-grade classroom in a tiny corner of the United
States stood as the literal embodiment of America’s catchphrase. My classroom was the melting
pot.
In the next months, I learned about the Indigenous people of America as I cut out a hand
turkey on brown construction paper smothered in red, orange, and yellow feathers. I learned
about Jolly Old St. Nick surprising children around the world with presents while performing
Feliz Navidad at the annual winter performance. I even learned entire the pledge of allegiance to
After receiving dozens of pointing fingers and shushed laughs at the tikka on my
forehead after pooja, I learned to refuse this offering from the gods. On the many occasions, my
mother refused my refusal I learned to “accidentally” wipe it off before I stepped on the campus
of my school.
nod yes to any version of my name that sounded even remotely similar. I became Akanksha,
Akansha, or at times even Akarsh. When giving a name for an order, I learned to give up my
own name, the one chosen for me by my grandmother and instead learned my Starbucks name,
AJ.
After having peers move away from my lunch table because my food looked and smelled
“weird”, I learned to beg my mom to stop packing me Indian food for school. I unlearned my
love for the spices and flavors in the dishes, the recipes for which were passed down from
generations.
This continued into middle and high school. Despite going to a school with a mostly
Indian demographic, I still felt the need to unlearn my culture. And I wasn’t the only one. No one
embraced their cultural side in an attempt to protect themselves from any possible ridicule. This
unspoken threat of social demise only further internalized the need to remove myself from any
cultural context. Thus, little by little, my unlearning increased until I hid all my relations and
But even as hard as I tried, I never really could. The fact that I was an Indian citizen was
not something I could escape. And this became painfully obvious the summer before my junior
year. I was forced to move to Canada for a year while my parents dealt with the aftermath of
immigration and Green Card issues and they had to renew a work visa. I was taken away from
the only support system and friend group I had known for the past few years of my life and was
Amidst, I managed to keep in contact with a few of my friends some of whom were
becoming good friends with other people during this time. a new kid joined, an ironic addition to
our graduating class just as I had left. He had transferred from basis Goodyear and though I
hadn’t met him personally, I felt like I had known him forever.
The closeness translated smoothly into our in-person friendship. From the first time we
met, we already had inside jokes. Despite the speed at which we became friends, our relationship
was just as close as some of my friends whom I had known for years. This quick friendship was
one that I had never experienced before but a friendship that I greatly valued as it was something
are from the same cultural community as me. Since we all had the same experiences, we never
really felt the need to share them. But Albert had never experienced them which made him
Initially, this started as just one Bollywood movie recommendation. When he came into
school the next day singing the songs of the movie, I knew that it wouldn’t just stop there. Soon
we had monthly Bollywood movie nights featuring the classics such as Bahubali and RRR.
While we did these movie nights with just our small friend group, he wasn’t afraid to show his
appreciation for the culture more publicly. In fact, when Natu Natu won the Oscar, his
excitement rivaled that of the cast of the movie itself. These small gestures made it even easier
During the Navatri festival, I invited him to join us. I had gone to this event for the past 8
years, but I had never enjoyed it as much as this time. Every time that I had gone before it was
more of an obligation to my parents, but this time I went for myself. It was an entirely new
experience this time. It was as if I was experiencing everything through his lens. I had a
newfound appreciation for the traditional clothes, the distinct spices and flavors in the food, and
Sharing my cultural stories and experiences with Albert pushed me to see it in a new
light. Seeing it being appreciated by someone not directly in that community helped me
Now once again, I am learning to unlearn. But this time, I am unlearning the teaching that