Commentary: My connection to Mexican culture is mainly my DNA, is that enough?
“Are you Hispanic or Latino?”
As I’ve filled out college applications, I’ve seen this question pop up again and again, and whenever I click yes and identify myself as Mexican, I feel a sense of guilt.
I’m half-Mexican on my mom’s side of the family. She was born in Tepache, a pueblo in Mexico, but moved here with her siblings and parents at a young age. Her father was a farmer for his whole working life, a man who was devoted to his work in order to provide for his family.
It’s a very stereotypical story of a Mexican family coming to America to achieve the American dream, but I feel like a fraud whenever I claim “Mexican” as part of my heritage.
I pass as white; only one time has anyone ever guessed that I was part Mexican and it honestly shocked me. My mother and most of her siblings also pass as white, Spanish-speakers are almost always surprised when she is able to speak to them fluently in Spanish.
I didn’t learn the language as a young child. I learned it at the same time as many of my classmates; and, I wasn’t necessarily a gifted Spanish speaker. When I got a B+ in Honors Spanish 4, it made me feel like a failure of a Mexican; I couldn’t even learn about a part of my own culture easily.
I don’t know much about Mexican culture either. My mom was encouraged by her parents to try and immerse herself as much as possible in American culture; so she and her siblings could feel like the United States was their home.
I know virtually nothing about what it’s like to be a Mexican-American. I just quite honestly can’t say I share the experiences many Mexican-Americans face.
So then what am I?
If I don’t fit the physical description or have the cultural knowledge of a Mexican-American, do I even count as one?
I used to get so mad when people would just call me a white girl. I somewhat infamously posted a Snapchat story where I wrote paragraphs and paragraphs about how mad I was about these assumptions about me that didn’t acknowledge my heritage. But now I wonder if I was even entitled to do so.
How can I claim my ethnicity to be Mexican-American when I hold none of the factors of that identity?
It seems in hindsight kind of tone-deaf of me, someone who is a recipient of white privilege everyday, to whine and pout because I don’t look or feel Mexican enough. I don’t want it to seem that I only want to be part Mexican when it’s convenient or interesting to me, but I’m afraid that’s just how it will always seem to others.
As I navigate my way through life, I hope that I’ll be able to figure out my identity for myself, to feel confident in however I choose to identify.
But for now, I’ll continue to wrestle with what counts towards cultural identity.
Ali is a senior and one of the editors-in-chief for the Gazette. This is her second year on the Gazette staff.
Audie Stanfill • Apr 25, 2021 at 6:32 pm
I’m 42 i represent your children if you marry an American. That is my dad’s 1/2 I’m 1/4. I grew up in a very similar way, proud of a heritage that I didnt culturally belong to. Eventually I found ways to recognize my ancestors, while being present in the culture I’m presently engaging in. Its also helped me let go of the guilt I felt for my European ancestors. I can see that my family represents the mixing of many strong family lines from across the globe. I found a place in my heart for all my ancestors.