Growing up in a Mexican American and Latter Day Saint house
has made me into the person I am today. I am not your average Latter Day Saint
female. Yes I attend BYU but I didn’t come to this university to find a husband
or earn a degree that will “make me a good mother”. The main reason I came to
this university and college in general was due to my heritage and the desires
of my grandfather when he brought his family to this new country. And these are my
experiences as I have struggled to find my identity, understand my beliefs and
discovering how I am different than my peers.
Mexican American: The Discovery of my Identity
I lived most of my life in two states before moving to Utah,
Oregon and California. I lived in southern California until I was 12 years old.
Growing up in a very Hispanic populated area, I grew accustomed to being around
people with similar heritages as me. We shared similar traditions and many of
our parents were immigrants. More recent than others. Race and ethnicity was
never a problem. When my family moved to Oregon I did not feel any different
about my identity. I associated myself as Mexican and considered myself as
Hispanic. No question there. But it was not until I arrived in the fall of 2011
to Brigham Young University where I began to question who I was.
During the first couple weeks of being at BYU, I learned
that people made assumptions based on the color of my skin. That first semester
was very interesting. I got asked the same question quite often: why don’t you
speak Spanish and where are your parents from?
Before school started I had band camp. Within the first day I got
the feeling that I was very different. As I sat with the other marching band
members in the band hall I noticed that everyone was white.
There were a couple people who weren't Caucasian. For once in my life I was
among the minority. Growing up I attended schools where the Hispanics were the majority. I never comprehended that until I arrived at BYU. As school started I
noticed more and more that I was sometimes the only “brown” one in class.
When I met people for the first time the usual questions
took place: what’s your name, what are you studying and where are you from.
When I responded with Oregon I always got a weird look from who I was talking
too. They would then proceed with the question, “Where are your parents from?”
Seriously. I would then say Mexico and sometimes I would get the following
responses: "I served my mission there", "that explains the way you look", and "I was
right." You can say I left either furious or frustrated.
I have had people tell me I am white. I would ask, “How can
you say that I am white when I have such a dark complexion?” Well their
definition of white was being born in the United States. Yes, I was born in the United
States but I don’t consider myself white. I never have and never will. They
said I was not Mexican. So I would always say okay then I’m Mexican American. Apparently that was not “correct” either. I was white to them.
Whenever I filled out a questionnaire I always left with
confusion. There are two boxes to fill out when it comes out to race and
ethnicity the first box asks if I consider myself either Hispanic or Latino. I
answer yes because I do. The next box then asks about my race. There is no spot
for Mexican American. I had to put down white. About a month ago I went online
to my personal information that BYU has in their records. I looked under race
and ethnicity. I had to mark if I considered myself Hispanic or Latino and then I
had to choose in “addition” one or more racial categories. At the time I
applied to BYU I put down white because I thought I had too. As I looked at it
now I unchecked white and saved the changes without an “additional” race. I’m
sorry BYU but I don’t consider myself anything more than Hispanic or Latino. If
you had a Mexican American I would have chosen that. Now the ethnicity box in
my personal information looks like this….
Take that BYU.
Looking back my freshman year was probably my toughest year
in regards with accepting myself for being different. One February day I sat in
the library trying to study but I could not. I had so many emotions that did
not let me think straight. I wrote the following in my journal… “I feel so
alone right now. I really just want to quit school and do nothing. I feel so
empty inside. I have never felt like this before. I want to just runaway and
never come back. I hate feeling like this though. I just want to cry never
stop. I don’t know why I feel like this, I just do. I wish there was someone I
could talk to who didn't judge me. I feel like everyone around me is judging me
all the time… At this point I don’t know what to do. Life is just so hard and I
just want to give up. But I don’t want to feel like this. I just want to be
somewhere where I feel like I belong. Here at BYU I don’t feel like I belong. Everyone
is so different and I just seem like I don’t fit in. I don’t [know] if it’s
because I’m Mexican…It’s so hard going to BYU and not the academics but being
so different than everyone else. At McKay I was among the majority and although
I didn’t hang out with them I still felt like I belonged there…Here in Utah I
feel like an outsider trying to fit in. I’m like a square trying to fit into a
circle, I just don’t belong here. So why am I even here? Maybe coming to BYU
was a mistake. I thought I have been feeling like this because of all the
stress from school but I think I’m wrong. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”
Being at BYU for a semester and a half made me feel like an
outsider and I felt like could not proceed studying at a university where I was
so different. I eventually sucked it up and finished the semester and went home
for the summer. The following year I pushed my ethnicity and race identity
struggles to the side.
My sophomore year I dealt with my political standing more
(next section). Then my junior year I had about enough. It was the first day of
class of a new semester. I was mentally and physically exhausted from band camp
the previous week. I was about 3 shades darker than usual as well. I sat in my American humanities class eager
to learn what would be in store the coming semester as I saw all the students
walk in, one by one they were all white. I sat in the corner thinking “I’m so
different”. For the rest of the week I went to class and noticed the same
thing. I’m the only dark one. Everyone else was white, blonde and blue eyed. I
felt many of peers kept staring at me. At the end of that first week I had
enough of it. I just needed to let the whole world know what was going on
inside of me. I had been struggling with my own identity among my peers. BYU is
an enclosed environment that is not exposed too much diversity despite what many
students believe. I then wrote a blog post which you can find here.
I may not be your stereotypical Mexican or Mexican American.
I am struggling to keep my family's culture alive. I am struggling to fit my
opinions within American culture and Mexican American culture. I am trying to be
accepted by both "white" Americans and "real" Hispanics I
encounter at BYU. Within my culture I am even a minority. Within BYU I am a
minority. But no matter what I am a Mexican American After a long battle of
discovering myself I came to the conclusions that I was not going to let my
peers dictate my identity. It’s my own identity. It’s who am I. And I know I’m
a Mexican American.
Latter Day Saint: I’m not like the others
Both my parents have been members of the Church of Jesus
Christ of Latter Day Saints for the majority of their lives. I grew up in a
household where we attended church every Sunday, went to various youth
activities, where it was expected to attend seminary and where the gospel was
the focus in how things were done. I remember as I child attending primary and
participating the primary program each year. I get constant flash backs of
young women’s classes and activities. Girls’ camp was always a week I looked forward to as a youth. Stake dances were brutal. I will be honest. They were
awkward and I’m glad those days are over. I was your average Latter Day Saint
girl. I played piano, I graduated from seminary, I received my Young Women’s
Recognition, and I was accepted to BYU. I did not see a difference from myself
until I arrived at BYU. I went from being a high school where there were less
than 20 Mormon kids to a University where 97% of the student population was
Mormon. You can say I had a culture shock.
It was the fall of 2012 where I noticed I was not like my
fellow classmates. It was the presidential election between Barack Obama and
Mitt Romney. At the beginning of the year I began to question my political
standing. I had unique views on immigration compared to my classmates. My
family’s history really shaped my political views. The question was, Obama
(those who go to hell they say) or Romney (the righteous choice).
Throughout high school I did not look into political issues
or took part in debates. Although when I got to BYU things changed. I started
to be concern of social issues especially the immigration system. I began to
see where my family landed on the economically spectrum. Before I graduated
high school I got my driver’s license. Because I was 17 years old at the time I
was able to register to vote. I was excited because that it was something I could do
as soon as I turned 18, vote. When it came to the question of what political
party I associated myself with I didn't know what to put down. I was
a 17 year old girl who just wanted to have a piece of identification in my wallet
that would allow me to drive. I remember being confused and I marked Republican
because that was what Mormons were. I thought I had to be republican because of
my religion. I didn’t give much thought to it and went my way with my new
driver’s license.
The next year was my freshman year at BYU. Fall semester I
was too concerned about starting college that I gave no thought about politics.
Then during winter semester I took two classes that would would impact my life greatly. Sociology 113 was a general education requirement and it
looked interesting so I decided to take it. In the class we discussed social
issues concerning class, race and ethnicity. Many controversial topics were
discussed including immigration, affirmative action, homosexuality and racism.
That’s where I learned how much BYU was on the conservative side. I was
fortunate to have a liberal professor who included both a conservative and liberal view
in our readings and discussions. I heard people’s opinions on illegal
immigration and how they felt undocumented people were stealing from them. Throughout the
course I found myself siding with many of the liberal readings. Yes, my family background
and how I grew up contributed to the opinions I developed. For my political
science class we had to write papers about political parties and recent
reforms. I began to do much research on the Democratic Party and liberal
issues. I found myself agreeing with a lot of what I read and my papers could show
where I landed on the political spectrum. It was probably that March that I
logged on to the Oregon voter website and formally changed my political party
to Democrat. You can say I had a moment where I felt like I finally made a
decision on my own.
The following semester the presidential election occurred.
Leading up to the election in November there was much talk on campus, in
classrooms and in organizations I participated in. At first I did not state my
opinion or tell anyone who I supported or vote for. My family and close friends
knew and if they disagreed, they did not argue or debate but we mutually
respected our opinions.
Around October I wanted to show my political support to the
democratic candidate so I purchased a campaign button and wore it on my backpack.
I as well had a Women for Obama sticker on my laptop which I took out a lot
when I studied on campus. People began to stare at me in the library
while others pointed out my backpack to their friends. I was the brown girl
with the Obama 2012 button. Despite how others felt about the democratic
candidate my opinions never changed. I had many people ask me why I was not
supporting Mitt Romney because he was Mormon. I always responded with, “Just because
he’s Mormon does not mean I have to vote for him.” You can say I was looked
down upon and some people thought I was going to hell. Church leaders have
never said that as a church we should support a specific party but that we
should participate in voting. So it wasn’t like I was committing a sin.
Although some people may have disagreed. In a previous post I commented how we
should all respect each other despite our political party affiliation and I
still strongly believe that.
As time has moved on I still support the liberal side on
many issues. Recently gay marriage and gay rights has been much debate
especially in Utah. So what does this Mexican American democrat Mormon think? I
support that everyone deserves the same opportunities and protections despite
race, color, gender and sexual orientation. Once again I have already stated my
opinion and it has not changed. I believe there two types of marriages: civil
and celestial. Civil marriage is according to the law of land and celestial
marriage is through the priesthood power. People are asking for a change in
marriage in the land not with God. I just want to say that these are my
opinions and this is how I view things. You can say I’m not afraid to speak my
mind. I expressed more about opinions in a previous post here.
Feminism: Something New and Old
With discovering who I am and seeing where I stand on the
political spectrum I have developed a realization that I agree with many
feminism ideas. Being different already in regards with race has helped me
develop an opinion that everyone should be treated equally regardless how they
look which also means gender. I personally feel that women are not being
treated equal when it comes to education, employment, and with respect in
general.
The #YesAllWomen hashtag on Twitter made me realize that there was a
place for my opinions, feminism. I believe that women should not be seen as
sexual objects. They are people too, just like men. Women should not be afraid
to be judged based on their clothing. Women who wear short dresses or skirts
should not be seen as “asking for it.” Men and boys should learn to control
their thoughts while women should not be told to change their clothing to “help” the male
gender. When a woman tells a man she is not interested it should be the end of
it. Although sometimes they have to say they are seeing someone else because it
seems men respect men rather than men respecting women. A women can have a
career if she so desires and not be expected to be "in the kitchen".
A couple of months ago a guy really wanted to hang out with
me. I was not interested at all. In the past we did hang out but I did not
want to put myself in those situations again. He kept insisting on seeing me.
At the same time I was very interested in another guy who showed me a lot of
respect. We never officially dated but were close friends. The other guy would
not stop bugging me so I said I was seeing someone, the nice guy, although I wasn't. I do not understand why it took “another man” to get one off my back. He should have respected my decision but rather he respected another guy.
I recently I had another incident where I felt I was judged
based on what I wore. It was a hot day so I wore shorts that went mid-thigh.
They were not that short but they were comfortable especially on a hot day.
That same day I went out with a guy. He then made a comment which
made me angry and at the same time guilty. He said, “You wore those shorts for
me didn’t you?” I was furious. No I did not wear those shorts for him. I wore
those shorts for me. I never
wear clothing to “get attention” or for men. I wear the types of clothes I do
because they make me feel confident about myself. Simple as that. So please
never tell me I wear shorts, tank tops, dresses or skirts to get your
attention. I’m not. Trust me.
Here in Utah I feel like a lot of women are looked down upon
their clothing choices. There is a very big Mormon culture influence which is
very different from what I grew up. I feel clothing is an accessory that helps
express an individual. How can you look down upon someone who is trying to be
themselves? Women are commonly in this category of being targeted for what they
wear. Just because she wears shorts or a tank top does not mean she’s a slut or
asking for it. Let her be.
In other aspects I believe a women should have complete agency
in regards of their body. You know where this going, abortion. I personally would
never put myself in that situation because of my religious opinions but I
believe all women should have a choice. Also women who choose abortion should
not be looked down upon as a murderer or a sinner. What do you think she is going
through? Embrace her.
As well women should not be looked as just baby makers and
being at home. They are people too!!! Being at BYU I have met many guys who
think a woman should just be at home because that’s where she belongs. Those
are the guys I try to stay away from. Don’t get me wrong I was raised by a stay
at home mom and I praise women who give their life to take care of children.
But women should we be seen as people who can accomplish so much. A woman does
not only have to be a mother. She can be a teacher, doctor, engineer,
scientist, writer and so much more. Women should be supported in any field they
decide to go into. And those women who stay at home with their children should
also be recognized as hard working women just like those in the workforce.
So in the end I just want everyone to treat each other as
equals regardless of race, ethnicity, skin color, gender and sexual
orientation.
Being Different: A long time coming
I was talking with a friend recently regarding dating here
at BYU. I personally feel that I am not the “ideal” girl to date. I will be
honest I feel that my skin tone has something to do with it. Either they expect
me to be completely “white” or be this exotic girl from Mexico. I am neither.
My friend made the comment to me of how many guys here want the “BYU girl cut
out cookie type" and how those guys are the “BYU boy cut out cookie type." I then made
the comment of how I felt I’m the cookie dough that doesn't fit into the cookie cutter and is just thrown to the side. I am different then all the other girls at BYU and I am trying to accept that everyday.
After being at BYU for 3 years I have learned many things
about myself and how different I am. I have already mentioned that I really
didn’t know I was different until I came to a mainly populated Caucasian
university. I am not like my peers. I don’t have the same background; both
personal and family background. My parents are immigrants to this country. I am
a first generation college student who still trying to figure out this whole
college thing. I don’t even look like my peers. I don’t have blonde hair or a
tall slender body. I have thick brown hair, I have curves, and I am barely
5’2”.
I am trying every day to stand proud of being different but
there are days when I just want to leave BYU and never come back. Although sometimes I want to leave, at the same
time I’m happy that I am here to learn so much about myself. I think if I
stayed in Oregon which I originally intended too, it may have taken longer to
figure myself out. Isn’t that what college is all about? A time to discover who
you are?
You may now think differently of me but you know what,
that’s okay. I am different than everyone else. I have different views. I look
different. I act different. And I accept that. I’m a Mexican American, Mormon,
democrat, liberal, and feminist. So deal with it.