My identity is sacred to who I am. Without it I have nothing
that defines me as a person. Even though I am a mix of nationalities the one
that I identify with and the one that is who I am is Greek. Being Greek to me
doesn’t just mean that I have a big family, which I do, or I go to big Greek
weddings, it means a lot more to me than that. English wasn’t even my first
language, Greek was. From a young age, every Saturday and Tuesday I would go to
Greek school, four hours on Saturday for culture and language, and two hours on
Tuesday for dance. In addition to this I would go to church every Sunday and
participate in a variety of Greek events. But the main focus of this all was my
language. Even to this day I can speak mostly fluent Greek, I can also read and
write it as well. I take great pride in this because not many people that I run
into can speak Greek, let alone write it. The alphabet is totally different,
the pronunciations are completely different, along with a multitude of dialects
that are contained within the general language. This defines who I am, the
culture that I was raised up in. I
cannot tell you how many times I have been to a Greek festival, wedding, even
the Greek parade that they hold in NYC every year. The stories that my elders
have about going through World War 2, having their entire villages destroyed,
planes bombing everything around them. There is one story that sticks out of
all of them, my Theo (Uncle) and his family were captured by German troops and
were about to be shot, until one German said something to the other one and
they left. That moment is really scary for me because had they have not
survived I wouldn’t have been here at all. Going along with WW2, the one
holiday that is one of my favorites is oxi day, or literally translated as no
day. Every single European country had let the axis powers come through the
country, all expect for Greece, this date commemorates the day where the tiny
country of Greece stood up to one of the greatest military powers. It is
celebrated on October 28th every year in Greece and Cyprus. The
culture of the Greek people is rich and diverse. The amount of traditions makes
our culture unlike any other culture. We have been through it all and because of
that we are the way we are today. My heritage is very important to me
as it defines who I am as a person, without it I am just another blank face in
the crowd. The thing is that everyone’s heritage and background is very
personal to them. It is like a fingerprint, no two peoples background is the
same.
Andreas, thank you for posting this to your blog, but it needs some editing. Add a picture or two to show how being Greek identifies you.
ReplyDeleteWhat specific sentence defines your identity? How does this connect back to Anzaldua? Add specific quotes from Anzaldua to your essay to develop your point.
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