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A few weeks ago, I cleared my throat and asked the children, now mostly grown
and fearsomely smart, whether they felt any stirrings of ethnic or religious identity, etc.,
which might have been, ahem, insufficiently nourished at home.
None, they said, adding firmly, and the world would be a better place if nobody
else did, either. My chest swelled with pride, as would my mothers, to know that the
race of none marches on.
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From the New York Times, April 5, 1992. Copyright 1992 by The New York Times
Company
Questions for (Written) Reflection
1. How does Barbara Ehrenreichs essay Cultural Baggage support this assertion made
in White Ethnicity:
For some white Americans, whiteness is often seen as empty in comparison to the
recognized cultural formations of nonwhite Americans, specifically when culture
becomes connected with the artifactual products and practices of nonwhite others?
2. And what is your ethnic background, if I may ask? What is Ehrenreichs problem
with the question an acquaintance posed?
3. Would the world be a better place if no one felt any stirrings of ethnic or religious
identity?
And what is your ethnic background, if I may ask?
Assignment: Read the following responses, review your Tracing My Ancestry chart,
and add your own Ethnic Identification Story. Place after your Ancestry chart in your
portfolio binder.
Writers at Work: More Ethnic Identification Stories
I am a white female who was born into a middle-class American household in upstate
New York. Both of my parents were born in America. My mothers parents, also born in
America, were a mixture of Irish, Scotch, and Dutch. None of this cultural heritage is
part of my daily life. My fathers parents were born in Austria-Hungary. But because my
parents did not settle in the local Slovakian neighborhood where my father grew up and
did not remain in the Slovakian church, I find that most of this cultural heritage has been
lost to me.
Suzanne Erle (Student)
When I am asked about my ethnic identity, I inevitably end up telling lies. Im not
intentionally devious. I just respond differently depending on the context because I dont
have a stable ethnic identity. My fathers family is German/English, ancestry-wise, but
they are small town, upper-middle class Methodists who have been in the United States
for generations. They have no connection to the old country. I never met anyone from
my fathers family until I was about eleven, and I see them very seldom. My sisters and I
are much closer to our mothers Italian/Irish/Scotch/French middle-class Catholic
family. Although my grandfathers family came from Italy around 1915, he was born
here and did not raise his children to be Italian-American but just Americans.
To complicate matters, I am adopted. Even more confusing, I was
born in Japan, and even though I do not remember the country or speak the language, I
feel an affinity and identification. Also, I am a Japanese citizen. You can see how I
could easily look like a compulsive liar, since I tell people that my family is Italian/Irish,
but my father is German/English, and yes, I am Japanese.
The first time I had my eyes opened was when the new lunch lady
in elementary school asked the recess lady who the little Oriental girl was. I wanted
to know, too, since everybody in our class was white. Turns out it was me.
Another time someone trying to help me fill in a box for my ethnic
identification said: Are you Amer-um, Eur-uhwould you be half Asian, dear?
Patti Weaver (Student)