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Saturday, February 2, 2013

Yue (Ivy) Blog #2: "Where are you from/from from?"



“Where are you from?” and “Where are you from from?” are actually two different questions. The boarderline between the two is ambiguous; but generally one is asking about residence as opposed to region of ‘real’ origin. Residence is something related to the environment in which one grew up in and what was given to them by said environment, such as the language, name and education.  Ethnicity is on the other hand something genetic that one was born with and in essence beyond our control. In Roots, Kunta Kinte is forced to give away his name under physical torture; in Triumph of the Will, Nazis manipulate people to focus only on their German ethnicity. In my opinion, residence and ethnicity are two inseparable yet independent identities of a person.

It is arguable that sometimes one could own several citizenships or several environments one grew up in, thus it is harder to answer the first question; however, since globalization has been taking place since hundreds years ago, the “Where are you from from?” question as well became hard to answer. During last week’s class activity, we divided ourselves by race. And it was surprising for me to find almost all of my classmates are sort of mixed ethnicity. And even though I told the class I’m Chinese, I have doubts that anyone is purely “Chinese,” or any other race.

It is said that there is a 6-type gene that is present in all human beings and that can be traced back to 6 original women (as the gene is sex-linked). These original mothers are postulated to have lived in Africa a few million years ago but how does this elucidate our understanding of ourselves? If who we are subject to something as ever changing as time, how are we to ever have a consistent self-portrait in our mind’s eye?

Today I had several friends over for dinner, a potpourri of all kinds of Asians. As we ate, the group decided to watch something pertinent to all- so we chose My Way, a movie about a rivalry between a Japanese and a Korean character who are involved in the Russo-Japanese war. The film was graphic to say the least, but it also expressed a very raw form of racial hatred, war and groupthink; cues that we the viewers, were surprisingly sensitive to. At certain points in the movie I felt very aware that the 3 Chinese girls were of my “group” and that the Koreans and the Japanese, were ‘others.’ This is startling to me because Jeff, my Japanese and Chinese mixed friend who was raised in Shanghai, seemed to be one of my “group” while Bruno, one of the Koreans, who was born in and spent most of his life in Brazil, and who can barely speak Korean, instinctively subscribed to the Korean character’s point of view. In a sense therefore, identity is also situational and often signaled by cues that we may have little conscious awareness of.

Therefore, I start to feel like identity is something that is quite fluid and plastic. One’s whole identity consists of identities like residence and ethnicity. Identity is something subject to change, depending on whom you are with or what you are doing or feeling. On this note, I think it is especially important to be aware of when one’s identity is manipulated.  

Victoria Olayiwola Blog #3: A language worth speaking?




Do I speak English?

Maybe not so well....but last time I checked I believe I was speaking English! Yes, I speak this language and because I do I have become prone to believing that makes me think that I fit into a nation or national identity. Anderson would argue otherwise; his gives a different way of approaching the contentious question of nationalism and nationality. He sees these different entities as "imagined political communities".

Anderson maintains the view that nations are a configuration, a construct man has made. For it puts "meat on the flesh" when it comes to the issue of trying to define or analyze man, in that labels make it easier for one to "try" and understand another and that other's perspective.

Common history, shared values and a common heritage are important components that do not suffice when we think of what constitutes a nation. Language and literacy/print comes into the equation here; for it is language that unites people and makes them prone to believing that because they share a language they share a common identity and so now they can call themselves a nation.

Anderson believes varied idiolects that "were capable of being assembled, within definite limits, into print-languages far fewer in number"; this helped create unified fields of exchange and communications below Latin and above the spoken vernaculars.

“As a result speakers of a huge variety of Frenches, Englishes or Spanishes, who might find it difficult or even impossible to understand one another in conversation, became capable of comprehending one another via print and paper.”

“Print linked peoples together. Through it people became aware of the hundreds of millions, of people in their particular language-field, and at the same time that only those hundreds of thousands, or millions, so belonged.”

Fellow readers connected by print, formed, in their secular, particular, visible invisibility the embryo of the nationally imagined community.

Print also, according Anderson, gave a new fixity to language, which in the long run helped to build that of antiquity so central to the subjective idea of the nation. This thus underlines the importance print, literacy and language. 

"In short, Anderson believes the creation of imagined communities became possible because of "print capitalism". The vernacular capitalist entrepreneurs chose to use in their printed books helped maximize circulation. As a result of mass circulation, readers speaking various local dialects became able to understand each other, and a common discourse emerged.

Anderson argued that the first European nation-states were thus formed around their "national print-languages."

I am going to focus on Russia because I think the policies that the Russian leaders implemented best show us the importance of language, literacy and print.

Under Russian Tsar Alexander III a policy of Russification was adopted, this same policy was adopted by Red "Tsar" Stalin as well.  Alexander's aim was to unite all the peoples in his empire. Russification, under Tsar Alexander was designed to "Russia-ness" at the center of the lives of ordinary people. Thus all other cultures and nationalities were belittled in not obliterated.

Language, print and literacy played a central role in uniting all the peoples in the Russian Empire (those in the buffer zones such Poland), they were tools used to oppress non-Russian; Russian was mastered if not by choice, by force.

For example, Russian became the primary language; if one wanted to be successful you had to speak Russian. Russian was taught in schools, Russian literature was emphasized and Russian culture was forced on non-Russians.

Under Stalin, Russification included making Russian the official language in the Russian Empire. Students had to learn Russian. Anderson even mentioned that "Soviet authorities [imposed] anti-Islamic, anti-Persian compulsory romanization, then, in Stalin's 1930s, with a Russifying compulsory Cyrillicization." In order to enter Stalin's hierarchical Communist Party or attain a higher education one had to speak Russian and maintain a Russian identity, enjoying Russian literature, culture, art, plays and music.

Therefore as Anderson argues, language, print and literacy are crucial not only because they help foster the notion of nationalism, but because they cement in the minds of people the idea that they are part of an "imagined community"/ "nation".

In class we learnt about another language, not spoken but acted out. This was the language of suppression, oppression, violence, fear and propaganda. In Roots we saw Kunta Kinte beaten mercilessly into submission, this was juxtaposed with Master Reynolds (who agreed with the beating) reading the Bible, God's Holy Word and prefaced by Fiddler saying to Master Reynolds’s wife that he knows the Master is "a Christian Saint", what irony.

We witnessed the sheer brutality inflicted on a man because he ran away to find Fanta (his first love). Now in chains he has returned to his "rightful place". Fiddler asks the Master to have mercy on him, he couldn’t appeal to his heart so he was pragmatic and tried appeal to Reynolds’s economic mind by saying that the Guinea man was worth a lot, beating him will mean damaging expensive property. 

What struck me was that Reynolds had the audacity to keep reading his Bible while right outside his door somebody, a fellow human, was being beaten, like a dog because he chose to cling to his identity and wanted to exercise the freedom he was born with, for Kunta was a free-born slave beaten into submission. 

Toby becomes his name after Kunta was beaten like a whelp. Accepting his name meant accepting his fate. He was some sort of maverick figure, the odd one out who had a story of freedom, refusing his name gave the slaves, I believe, some sort hope and happiness that there is  one not like us, one who has his own identity and is not ashamed of it and so refuses to relinquish it. When he said Toby, he proved there really is no hope for slaves. Freedom cannot and will come without the help of Whites as Alex Haley aptly put it.

Although we only got to see the beginnings of “Triumph of the Will” we see how important nationalism is in uniting peoples behind a common aim and purpose. For the Germans were ready to unite behind Hitler "come what may" (as we saw with the little children, their mothers, couples and the army men at the barracks) and expand the Third Reich in order to achieve Lebensraum- one of the Hitler’s aims in Mein Kampf. 

My question is how can one or many carry out such great acts of injustice on their fellow humans, just because they are different? Who knows? We can only assume we know what was behind the minds of the Massas and Hitler.
But we do know that language, fear, propaganda and power were central components that helped ease the way for these great injustices to be carried out. 

Enough said.


A MUST WATCH. FUNNY BUT NOT THAT FUNNY IF YOU REMEMBER WHAT TOBI WENT THROUGH. JOHN-O, I MAY NOT HAVE GONE THROUGH WHAT TOBI WENT THROUGH BUT AS AN AFRICAN I IDENTIFY. AND EVERY TIME I WATCH ROOTS I CANNOT BUT JUST SIGH!

Friday, February 1, 2013

Rachel Fugate Blog #2 A Family History


Where are you from? No, where are you from from? What nationality are you?

Throughout this week I have been struggling with answering this blog and I was not exactly sure why. I rewrote my beginning sentence dozens of times and I could not find a good way to start. Usually when asked where I am from I would automatically be able to give you such a long and well thought answer that you would probably know who my great aunt was by the time that I got through. I would start by telling you that I was from a little town from southwest Virginia, living on a farm that had been in the family for over five generation. Then if you asked me "No, no. Where are you from from." I would tell you about the history of the Fugates, French Huguenots who came to America during the religious unrest in Europe. They received a charter for a large chunk of land in the mountains of Appalachia and they have lived there ever since. My mother's family was much more spread out. My great grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee and on the other side is German and Irish.

The funny thing is though that I identify most with the French part of me. The Fugate family who I grew up with learning the history of our family. I didn't actually think about that history until we watched "Roots". That was the film that struck me most during this entire week. I was something that I could most identify with as bad as that is. The Smith films about the L.A. riots were not something that I was connected with and then the film "Triumph of the Will" was also a distant thing. Growing up in the South, "Roots" made a trigger of question come up for me. What was the trigger for such brutality? Why would someone who claimed to know the bible, who was reading it while another human was being maimed just sit by and think it was just?

I had a very interesting conversation with my campus minister about the subjects of racism and the one thing that I took away from that was that I know next to nothing about racism and where it stands in this country. That is what made me realize why the other two films made no since to me. I couldn't understand I couldn't comprehend why people would want to burn down building and cause wars because of race and color. My nationality is American and that is who I identify as. For me I didn't think that we were as in danger of such a dangerous thing. I was born in 1993 and I didn't even realize that something like the riots had happened while I was almost around and yet I grew up think that racism didn't actually exist.

I am going to end with the question of what I actually know about this country and what is it that I know about our nationality. What is true racism? Why is it still here even after something as awful as the Southern slavery?

But scary things as riots and war and racism aside, I think it is always interesting to explore ones history. I love to see things like family trees and this has always been one of my favorites. It is the Fugate family crest, brought over from France and kept in the family. While I am an America I am still from some very interesting heritage. 

“Where are you from? No, where are you from from?”



I love this question. Normally when I’m asked about my race I turn the question around – “where do you think I’m from?” I like to see what people say, because I’m not entirely sure. My last name is O’Donnell, but people think I’m too dark to be Irish. I know my mom is mostly Hungarian and English, but this isn’t what people want to hear about. They want to know why I’m so tan, and I really can’t answer that.
The first memory I have of this question coming up must be from around 6th grade. I was at summer camp and a boy asked me if I was offended by a certain situation – “you know, because you’re half black.” I was shocked. Me? Half black? Interesting idea. When I started tutoring elementary school kids they all tried to speak to me in Spanish. When I told them I didn’t know Spanish, they didn’t believe me -- “No way you’re not Costa Rican.” A part of me was tempted to believe them because they identified my friend Kelly (who is half Vietnamese) as Canadian. These kids were kind of good. At my high school graduation I was standing in line next to the guy whose picture had been next to mine in the yearbook for four years. He turned and asked me why I didn’t have a rope to signify being in the National Honor Society around my robes. I said I wasn’t a member, and he was confused. “I thought all of you people were members of that.” You people? “Yeah, you Asians.” Okay.
I like the idea that I could be from from anywhere. It’s a little exciting, and it connects me to everyone. Of course, that’s just on a physical level. Maybe I could “pass,” as Anna Deavere Smith would say, but that’s not who I am. My best friend was adopted from Korea but identifies as Italian, and I think of myself similarly. I am Grace O’Donnell, and I am Irish. 

Nathan's Post #2: Everybody is a Somebody to Anybody


Everyone needs a role model. People of all socioeconomic structures need/use a role model. At some point in everyone's life they get lost and look to someone else for a way to find themselves. People have been generally rigid minded in their selection of a role model through history. Kids, with higher socioeconomic status generally choose a role model of like status to aspire to be. Kids of lower socioeconomic status had/have fewer choices to choose from even as recently as the 70s and 80s. A black kid in the ghetto had to choose between being a sports athlete or drug dealer. I think that in the past 10 to 15 years choosing a race similar role model has become more outdated.

This concept works both ways. A very wealthy white young man can look up to Lebron James and want to aspire to be a great basketball player; or a poor african-american can grow up with aspirations to be Bill Gates. With the advent and popularity of the internet and tv many kids have the availability of many more stories about people's trials and tribulations. In the world today people of completely different socioeconomic status have the same access to information. Both poor children and rich children have access to the internet a place with boundless information. I believe the information is the most key part of choosing role model.Kids want a role model with a similar story, and before the internet all kids could relate to was nationality. Kids today aren't only hearing about the great successes of African American athletes, they are hearing/reading about the success of people of all races.

On the topic of a role model's nationality race just does not play as huge of a role as it once did. Yes, some role models are chosen because they are black role models, or Jewish role models but it is foolish to think that all or most are chosen based on nationality. The socioeconomic spheres of rich and poor, black or white are meshing in to one sphere. People of all nationalities have the ability today to choose what to aspire to instead of choosing the option thats predetermined.


Where are you from? Emil Iqbal Blog 2

Hey guys, I'm sorry for posting this late. I volunteer at the Williamsburg Fire Department and have had to work a lot this week (Thank god its Friday!)

Where am I from? What a question. I've always been a little confused about how exactly to answer that, I usually have to pass quick judgement on the person and situation before answering. If I'm meeting someone new in passing, I'll just tell them that I am from Richmond, Virginia. When someone who I'm closer with asks, I'll give them the full explanation. My parents immigrated to the United States in the 80s from Pakistan, and I was born in the States. "So you're from Pakistan?" is the common response I'd get. Well, no, I'm from the United States, out of my 21 years of life I've been in America for 20 of them. I grew up in Virginia, speak English fluently, and have attended 17 (almost 18) years of school in this state. In fact, I've only been to Pakistan a handful of times. I had the privilege to go visit this past December, but bar that visit I hadn't been back since I was eight years old.

I'm not gonna lie I take a little bit of offense when people seem taken back when I say I'm American (trust me, it happens more than you would think). But I do also consider myself Pakistani. I speak Urdu at home with my parents, I read Arabic, I drink more tea than water, I have dark skin, I fit into Pakistani culture just as much as I do American culture. Up until about a month ago, I would have told you that I am from America. Just America. I would have said that I have Pakistani roots, which I am proud of, but I am a full fledged American. As I mentioned before, I had the chance to visit Pakistan for almost four weeks over winter break. It was an incredible experience for me, especially going at the age I am now. When I last went, I saw the country through a sheltered child's eyes. I, obviously, wasn't allowed to go around by myself. I spent most of my time indoors with family. This time around, I viewed everything as a college educated adult. Completely different experience, let me tell you. Long story short, I'm not sure where I'm from now. I'd even go out on a limb and say that I've never felt nearly as comfortable walking down an American street as I did a street in Pakistan. My home is in the United States, but my worldview is influenced by multiple cultures and multiple countries. At the risk of sounding cliche or overly sappy, I'd like to think that I'm from the world-- a citizen of the world, of our common humanity.

John Muller Blog 2: Discussion Reaction



Nothing scared the crap out of me this week more than the two clips we watched in class on Thursday. The first clip was from the show “Roots,” and it was a scene of a runaway slave being whipped until he accepted that “Toby” was his name. The disturbing thing about the clip was that it was a slave who was whipping the other slave and everyone, including all the slaves, were watching on and not questioning what was going on. Clearly the slaves outnumbered the non-slaves yet everyone went along with it just doing their part and not questioning the status quo. Similarly, in the Third Reich propaganda video we saw a number of people spreading Hitler’s word graciously and people in the streets hailing him. These videos made me wonder why people are so content with the status quo and if I was in the situation would I be any different.

What is it that makes people just accept the atrocities going on around them? How could a man, such as Hitler, skew an entire countries’ moral compasses. Germany was in a broken state and Hitler was a charismatic guy and a brilliant speaker, but how could that influence an entire people? I think that the bias to just accept the status quo is stronger than most people believe and I thought the two clips revealed this. If everyone is doing one thing and has been doing this thing for a long time it is very unlikely that a person will stand up and do the opposite. Likewise, it is very uncommon for a person to have different political and religious views of their parents and this is because it is all they know. If your parents say it is right you will think it is right. This tendency to accept the status quo and not ask questions is one of our greatest flaws and has led to tragedies brought on by people in the two clips.

The biggest question that remains is how do we take the lenses off and see things from an unbiased perspective. How can we be the ones that see that our society or loved ones are flawed and are doing the wrong things. I believe that 100 years from now people will look back at our society, much like we look back at the slave owning societies, and be disgusted by how we treated certain people and some of the things we believed in. Just how we know now that slavery is wrong people will look at things we are doing now as wrong. Ultimately, I am just raising more questions but I want to end with one more. How can we remove the biases of society, status quo, and our family and have the courage to stand up for change and have the power to stand against laws or beliefs that will be viewed unjust 100 years from now.

Caio Davison #1: Where am I from?

Whenever somebody asks me where I am from, I have no clue how to answer them. I could tell them where I was born, where my parents are from, where I have spent my life, where I live now, where my parents live now, or even where I pay taxes. Very few of these have options have anything in common, and that makes it impossible for me to simply point to coordinates and say "There". I have never spent more than five years in one place, and moving around so much makes me feel like an outsider everywhere I go. I have no house I grew up in, no friends I grew up with, and no one culture I feel I have assimilated to. My best answer goes something like this: "I am a Brazilian-American, born in Sao Paulo, who has lived across the world, and now studies in Virginia." But even that fails, for my citizenship means little more to me than a passport and where I go to see family, my birthplace is just the background for an event I cannot remember, most the countries I have lived in I may never return to, and Virginia will soon be just another memory.

You deserve a bit of a background. My father, from New York, works in the foreign service, and met my mother one his first tour to Sao Paulo. She is from the city and worked as a lawyer there. They got married, I was born, and the shuffle started. Six months in Sao Paulo, six in Arlington, two years in Indonesia (Medan), three years in Singapore, two in Brasilia then one in Sao Paulo again, five years in Fairfax County, four years in Athens (Greece, not Georgia), and now two years in Williamsburg.

Having lived in all these places, I had two options: anchor myself to one place and be an outsider everywhere else, or try my best to fit in where I was. Many of the people I knew in similar situations chose the first option. I didn't. I knew that I would never find the one perfect culture, so I tried to pick up what I liked about my current location, and dismiss the rest. This resulted in some awkward culture clashes over my life: I was made fun of when I arrived in the US from Brazil, simply because I wore "short-shorts" (very common among both sexes in Brazil), I have frequently made Americans uncomfortable by getting in their "personal space" (a novel concept to me at the time, most other countries cherish all kinds of physical intimacy), and even the way I talk puts me at odds with the world, I have never met someone with my accent. So, by choosing shards of culture, I may understand many customs, but I am still the "other" everywhere I go. I recognize that it might make it harder to connect to other people, but I also find I am able to find common ground and understanding with nearly everybody I meet. My experience has taught me to cherish adventure, and not to fear the unknown. Cutting my anchor was not the easiest path, but it proves a great asset and my proudest accomplishment.