It is a shame that we often forget where we came from and who we really are. When we live in a new place for long enough, for generations, we start identifying ourselves with the new place instead of our own. I’ve lived in America for most of my life. I work here, I go to school here, I vote here, I know the American history, I speak English better than any other language, and I am legally an American citizen. But I still identify as Bengali. Why? Because that’s where I came from; that’s where I was born, that’s where my parents and grandparents and great grandparents were born. I go home and speak Bangla and eat rice with my hand every day. When I die, I would like to be buried on the land where I was born. For the Navajo, America is their home. For the Peshlakai family, that piece of land in Northern Arizona is its home. Their ancestral land was declared a public land. Kayci Cook, superintendent of the Flagstaff Area National Monuments, says that they “don’t have the authority to allow people to live on what has always been public lands”. She forgets that the Europeans did not have authority to take over what is now the United States. Nor did they have the authority to drive out all the Native Americans who had been living there for generations. Hence, they still do not have the authority to tell this family to leave. I find it really sad that the family’s rights over the land dies with Stella Peshlakai.
I like this very much Nawreen> really insightful and emic, and honest, not only reflective but very postmodern. Thank you! You will need to look at the refs from your group mates to fix the refs, so you all look uniform, but this is great work. I appreciate it very much. Awesome!
Check your references Nawreen. You can fix things in here after your presentation. I will be doing the final eval tomorrow in the late afternoon. I loved your positionality and reflective comment. You just need to be consistent with the other posts. Thanks
It is a shame that we often forget where we came from and who we really are. When we live in a new place for long enough, for generations, we start identifying ourselves with the new place instead of our own. I’ve lived in America for most of my life. I work here, I go to school here, I vote here, I know the American history, I speak English better than any other language, and I am legally an American citizen. But I still identify as Bengali. Why? Because that’s where I came from; that’s where I was born, that’s where my parents and grandparents and great grandparents were born. I go home and speak Bangla and eat rice with my hand every day. When I die, I would like to be buried on the land where I was born.
ReplyDeleteFor the Navajo, America is their home. For the Peshlakai family, that piece of land in Northern Arizona is its home. Their ancestral land was declared a public land. Kayci Cook, superintendent of the Flagstaff Area National Monuments, says that they “don’t have the authority to allow people to live on what has always been public lands”. She forgets that the Europeans did not have authority to take over what is now the United States. Nor did they have the authority to drive out all the Native Americans who had been living there for generations. Hence, they still do not have the authority to tell this family to leave. I find it really sad that the family’s rights over the land dies with Stella Peshlakai.
I like this very much Nawreen> really insightful and emic, and honest, not only reflective but very postmodern. Thank you! You will need to look at the refs from your group mates to fix the refs, so you all look uniform, but this is great work. I appreciate it very much. Awesome!
ReplyDeleteCheck your references Nawreen. You can fix things in here after your presentation. I will be doing the final eval tomorrow in the late afternoon. I loved your positionality and reflective comment. You just need to be consistent with the other posts. Thanks
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