Beautiful thanks Eva
I have asked my students to define their own culture. It’s tricky, isn’t it? Culture and race are different, at least to my mind. Your race you inherit. You have nothing to say about it. Your culture you can bend. You can embrace parts and leave others behind. Your grandpa was a racist? You don’t have to be. Your grandma had eleven children? You are not required to have any.
Here are the things I embrace about my culture. I am a third generation New Mexican. That means I like green chile on everything except the stuff I prefer with red chile. I do NOT believe in rain (it’s just a myth) unless I am drenched by it. I think Texas has an overblown sense of importance, but I like Texans, sweet and simple as they are. I do not believe in following people closely on the highway. Give all…
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