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Language eng. Publication Berkeley, University of California Press, Extent pages, 24 unnumbered pages of plates.

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His account of his experiences reminded me of some situations I have encountered. Unlike most of my friends, I am not first generation Mexican American.

I was born in Mexico and lived there for four years before migrating with my family to the United States. Unlike most people who come from Mexico, I was lucky enough to have not had such a difficult start. Ever since I was young, I had never been afraid to say that I was born in Mexico. On the contrary, I was proud to say it. Then one day when I was in 7th grade, when we were having a discussion on immigration in English class, my teacher asked me if I wanted to share a little since she knew of my situation. I began to talk, and of course I said that I was born in Mexico, but before I could finish, a girl shouted out, "He's an immigrant!

Even though nothing was mentioned about my accent, this incident still made me feel insecure about it. Since now everyone knew about my birth in Mexico, I thought that my accent would definitely be a reason for more laughter. Soon after that, I started to notice every once in a while when my accent would slip up. I had never noticed it before.

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This experience definitely made me conscious about little things like that, and I would say that I still have some of these fears to this day even though I am fluent in English. Another experience where I faced discrimination was an encounter my family had with a police officer. I was really young, probably around eight or nine years old, but I can clearly remember the moment when my dad was stopped by a cop for some reason.

My dad spoke no English, and the cop spoke no Spanish, so I was asked to be the translator in spite of my youth. Although my English was good by then, the fact that the man was a cop scared me. I began to cry and was pretty much of no help, so the cop got angry.

get link And then I remember hearing him say, "fucken Mexicans" under his breath. At that time, I was barely even learning what these "bad words" were, so I didn't pay much attention to it when it happened. As I grew up, I later realized how serious the situation had been, and it made me think of how badly we were treated in that moment.