EPGAH -> RE: Giving up war? (10/18/2007 6:23:53 PM)
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I have, I've even hosted some exchange students. Apparently, assimilation is viewed as "evil"...the first one didn't bother learning a lick of English, and in order to "communicate"--and I use that term loosely, we had to use a translation dictionary and POINT to the word(s) we meant to say to each other. He didn't do too well in school...The second one was female, ALSO didn't know a lick of English, but learned it quite fast. However, SHE had the opposite problem: An utter lack of confidence! She could speak well, but if the teacher called on her, her lingual memory utterly failed, and she just plain froze! (They've now both moved in--LEGALLY--to Colorado, and brought their parents and a beloved aunt. The bad news, they moved into an existing Armenian community, and are steadily regressing in English skill!) As I said, I was born in Japan, and back then, the Japanese liked Americans, especially me, they loved petting my little blond head for good luck! I still have mental pictures from back then--stills, but hey, that's quite impressive for that age! We moved to Texas, and I was put into a Montessori School. At risk of starting a "holy war", Montessori School was INFINITELY superior to public schools back then, so I can only calculate that the gap has widened since then, especially with the degradation in school-quality caused by "No Child Left Behind". It was multicultural WITHOUT busing or any of the Politically Correct forced-integration programs! The kids got along pretty well, and once Dad brought home a computer, I was able to advance superfast in computers, (We even donated one to them--this was back when a computer was quite an "investment"--as in expensive! I got to teach the teachers!) although I had trouble with cursive, I did very well in the CONTENT of my writings! My best friend was an Asian kid with a "trick thumbnail"--it was disconnected at the cuticle end, rather than the "nail" end! Hours of fun grossing everyone out, although the next day, everyone wanted to see it again...Kids are easily amused! The school bully was a Mexican third-grader, but the librarian was the bully's mom--an absolutely GORGEOUS creature whose Man had left her and the punk--and it was fun watching the mom humiliate the bully by making him apologize! Then we went to Turkey, and it was culture-shock to be blunt...food was much more expensive, we had to pretend to be Germans, because Turkey didn't entirely enjoy Americans, and if they found out we were Americans, "violence might ensue"--and Turkey was our ally! (Perhaps America should have taken that as a subtle clue that they were going to be "inconstant allies"?) Then we were transferred to Crete, with a DOD school. I can't say enough BAD things about the DOD system. Kids were stuck in overcrowded classrooms, the less-equipped kids stole from the better-equipped kids (Little things like pencils, crayons, paper, you know, school-supplies!) Given my feelings about the poor stealing from the rich, I bet you can guess which group I was part of? Kids were forced to play together, regardless of personaltiy conflicts, age discrepancies, etc. Depite that, I still managed to form a fair circle of friends, of various races, who were well-mannered and fairly intellectual, like myself! Perhaps the fact that we were perched precariously, surrounded by Greeks...We ALL feared the Greeks! The fact that they looked like Freddy Krueger with extra face-melting might have had something to do with it...Or APBs on base of Greeks kidnapping American children from the base...Hmm...Then we went to Mainland Greece, where the Greeks' skins were sound, rather than melted, but we still had to be careful to a point that Americans would call paranoia! When we got back to America, things were different. Population was more, new housing and buildings of all kinds had sprung up, and old ones had gone to pot...Minorities weren't the friendly entities we had left, but were big, scary monsters we had to fear--and the Greeks had stolen half our clothes, our TV, and our lawnmower! I went to college, and the minorities THERE were well-spoken, well-heeled, civilized again...even though some TALKED about overthrowing "The Man", they would eventually talk themselves out of it, since "The Man" had provided such a wonderful campus. At night was a whole other story, obviously. Campus security was too busy checking parking permits to do anything about robberies or rapes. When they finally caught the criminals, please guess as to their ethnicity? Then, of course, some wilding Mexicans took out 5 of the students--my friends! They caught one of the gang, who got off because he and his buddies were shooting at the BUILDINGS, and the STUDENTS just got in the way...The judge was American, but apparently intellectually qualified to be Mexican, he "bought it" and let the goon go. The next day, said goon was killed by his own gang! So much for even the hope of vengeance. After that, I sort of hated Mexicans with an unnatural passion...I stopped volunteering at the Multicultural Resource Center, because making foreigns feel more welcome was no longer part of my agenda... It didn't exactly help when they successfully petitioned for ESOTL to be OPTIONAL, and things around campus started going bilingual English/Spanish! An institution of "higher learning" shouldn't need people who can't even "learn" English! Since then, Mexicans have gotten steadily more demanding--but ONLY in favor of fellow Mexicans, not more rights for everyone! Some say they're the same as us, and want the same things, but the WAY they go about it is quite wrong! America was settled by the English, and all the other groups learned English, so why are ONLY Mexicans arrogant enough to change OUR country to match THEMSELVES, rather than adapt to the country they've invaded! Or are we simply good enough to invade and loot, but not to actually RESPECT?
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