Nicaragua
i have an extra day in a city with internet access. i am staying in the country sin electricity for most of my time in Nicaragua. i am taking spanish classes and my teacher is really great. i love speaking with him. growing up in a poor community with radical politics and a spirit of collectivism has given him awesome insights into the world. i think he is so smart. every once in a while we will talk a little in english. he can hardly speak a complete sentence. its weird how i feel myself shift when i hear him speak broken english. all of a sudden im taken back to the united states and the many new latino immigrants i have met. i can feel how i judged them and how my brain wants to judge him when i hear him speak, the way i would an immigrant in the US. when i feel this way, i instantly feel ashamed. i did not even realize i felt that. how have my discriminatory feelings effected my actions? i dont know, but i am sure its part of the reason i dont have anyone close in my life who is a first generation immigrant to the US.
Labels: immigration, language


