Sonia’s Interview as Told to Divya

Sonia Cuzco is an Ecuadorian immigrant who migrated to Jackson Heights, Queens when she was thirteen years old because of her family’s business in the town. Her family at the time consisted of a father, mother, six siblings. She talks about the restrictions she felt growing up in an immigrant household and the struggle that her parents especially her mother had to go through to raise a family.

Growing Up in Ecuador:

“I just have a few memories as a child, it was a long time ago”

“In Ecuador, my parents sent me to a military high school, because at that time when they sent you to a private high school people are very rich, especially because my parents were here [America], they could sent me to that place.”

[coming to America] “At the beginning, I was not sure, I didn’t want to come and I was worried because it was a new beginning”

“And mostly I didn’t know my parents, especially my father that well because I grew up like by myself with my sister and [I knew] they were very strict, I don’t know, I don’t know, I didn’t realize anything”

After coming to America:

“No…but I  will say at the beginning it was very hard, because I didn’t know him [father] and I was only a teenager and they were very strict, and I used to be like how I want to say, independent”

“I used to go to school, playing with my friends, going to the park blah blah blah, and at that time when I just came here it was not ok [for the parents], I was to come back home and help in the restaurant”.

“When I came here I used to be working but always like inside, I didn’t really have a chance to go with my friends or be like normal people”

“Definitely at the beginning I didn’t know how to speak English, I didn’t have friends and all of them I don’t know were acting like weird and were from other countries and I was from Ecuador and there were only a few Ecuadorians…it was very hard for me” “For my brother, he was the young one, so it was maybe a lot easier for him”

“I remember there were Columbians, Peruvians, and Americans”

“I used to love basketball, but my parents didn’t let me participate in any after school programs because they didn’t like it”

“When I came here my parents had a little restaurant, they used to work all the time morning and evening”

“I love to study…even when I was in Ecuador, I used to love to study”

“For me when I came here, obviously everything was easy because everything was different for instance for math, in my country everybody in third grade would learn dividing, but when I came here they taught me dividing, etc., so for me it was very easy. For me the only problem was English” “But it was hard but maybe because all my classmates were Hispanics, they could help me”

“I chose business [college] because I was in the restaurant maybe”

Her Mother:
“She got married when she was thirteen, and then she had kids and she came to this country, and they were living in Brooklyn [when they immigrated], and you know how the life is like here she was always in the apartment. She used to say what am I doing? We have seven kids and at that time, my dad was the only one working working, and he works seven day. She started thinking different, she told me Brooklyn was a quiet place and when she saw Queens, she saw it was a business places, I don’t know how she convinced my dad to move and live here, but she did. After, they settled out in Queens and my dad used to go to her work, and she used to “morocho” similar to hot chocolate. Especially in the wintertime. She used to go sell those on the streets with a small cart.  Yah it is very inspirational, she worked very hard. She saw that she was doing very well and then she started making chicken soup and started selling that. After a while, she started to get more customers, and my dad realized she was getting more money than him.”

“They both worked hard, and they saw the business was growing and opened up a little restaurant, and that is when I came.”

“until now they don’t know how to turn on computer or use calculator, they don’t nothing but I don’t know how they still do it but they do it. At the end of the day when they have to add up they do it all in their head. They don’t have cell phone”.

Why Jackson Heights:

We were here”

“I didn’t choose, my parents chose. At the beginning we used to live in Brooklyn but my mom used to not like to live with all the family. She used to work. In Brooklyn, I don’t know it was another kind of environment. Here it is like busy, I don’t know, and that’s why she likes it here”

“I don’t think so, she told me that there were not a lot of Ecuadorians, there were a few Ecuadorians, but most of my family is in Brooklyn”

“A lot of Ecuadorians before, didn’t have or own any homes but now there are a lot of Ecuadorian people are owning business and houses”

“When you go outside its crazy because there are a lot of business”

As a Parent:

I will say I am not that strict as they used to be, like my daughter would come home and ask I want to go to any club or afterschool, I say yes…go ahead you can do it, I am going to pick you up after school. I don’t want to do the same mistake my parents did because I used to love basketball”.

“They have similar like me, but maybe when they get older maybe I’ll see differences”

Why immigrate:

“I think it was all about money issue”

“I didn’t want to come because I had all my friends well all my life was in Ecuador, this was a new future for me, but I was happy because at that time I was very poor” in coming here she thought her financial status could be better.

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The Loudspeaker of 82nd Street

Diana-Maria Enrique Sanchez is known to be the loudspeaker of 82 street; yelling “Vienen” “Vienen” “Vienen gentes a la fisioterapeuta” and in English “come, come, come to the physiotherapist”. Her main job is to sit outside the physiotherapist office on 82nd Street right by the subway station, and draw in as much customers to the clinic by screaming at the top of her lungs, giving a friendly smile and handing out business cards.

The sight of seeing her jump up and down in joy when she woos in a customer to the physiotherapist is one that amuses all visitors in Jackson Heights. Coming around sixty five at the end of this year, she sits through it all; sun, rain, snow and hail. “We tell her to take her vacation or even a short break, but she never listens” says the clinic receptionist. “She loves coming here, maybe because she is bored at home” says one customer. “I don’t know why she does it at this old age, maybe financial problems, but she is what makes the clinic alive, everyone loves her” says another customer.

Diana’s problems are far from financial. In fact, she has enough money to go without doing a job but she continues to do what she does because she is allowed to be herself. Diana’s family consist of her three sons, who own their own construction company, their wives, who are housewives, and her grandchildren. “With a big family, it is fun but not all the time. When you are the old one, everybody seems to think you are about to die, and I hate that feeling”. She is determined not to die anytime soon.

“Even though it isn’t much, I find my job to be the highlight of my day”. All her life Diana was told what to do, and how to be, starting from her birth. When she was young back in Ecuador, her mother wouldn’t let her be; she never had the opportunity to choose what she wanted, and everything was decided by her mother. At the age of sixteen, Diana was married to a twenty five year old man, from “el Norte”. “And when you are from America, you are a big shot even if you are a criminal” Diana says. When both of them got married, her husband took the role, her mother had played all her life. At the age of twenty she migrated to America, she was expected to stay home like a good wife while he went to run his business. “I hated it” she says. “I wanted to explore, I wanted to be free for once”. She decided to take matter into her own hands, while her husband was at work, she used to go outside, run in the park, sometimes, she would use the money she had left over after purchasing the groceries, to buy whatever she felt like eating. She even went as far as having an affair, but “it wasn’t anything serious, I wish it was” she says with a wink.

She says the worst part about my life was not having a job. “See, when you have a job, you are what you call…recognized, but I didn’t have that, I was told what to do by the people who were with me”. “Sometimes I feel idiot, I wanted to do more”, “Sometimes I wanted to fly”, and “nowadays I feel like I waste my life because, I could have done so much more”. These are the reasons she decided to take the job on 82nd Street. For once in her life she was able to do what she wanted, and she learned how to say “a big NO!”. “I cannot let my children boss me too” she remarks.

“I am happy” she claims. And she is right, she is the most jovial person I have ever met. Everyone she meets, she gives them a piece of her, and they carry it with them. People can never forget her smiling and caring face because she brings joy to people’s heart. “I am living the life I never had, everyday doing this job and by making people happy” she says.  Her voice is easily recognized from the crowds and crowds of people, and the seven train line running above. She screams and shouts with all her might.

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Diana’s workspace

 

A Seven Year Old’s Journey

Immigration is a big change for anyone especially a seven year old. It’s not hard to imagine what goes through her head as she’s sitting on an airplane for the first time, panting and panicking about death, seat belt tightly tied around her waist, and occasionally looking at the beautiful stewardess in awe as they walked back and forth.

My mom is a nurse, she filed to immigrate to the U.S. as a registered nurse in 2003, and got her visa in August of 2004. She flew here by herself, and as soon as she was settled she filed to bring her family which at the time included, my father and I. When I first heard the news, I was so excited. It was as if I could leave my life that I had built up in Kerala and start anew. Mainly because, my primary school teacher always used to hit me, and now I was saved from the ridicule of my fellow classmates. I was also glad to leave behind a love affair I had started with a boy in my school, who always used to bother me even after I broke up with him…TWICE! At the same time, there was something about Kerala that I was going to miss. The bright green patty fields, the smell of the rich soil, the coolness of the monsoon rain, the fish that tickle your feet when you stand in the canal, the butterflies that flutter away as try to catch them, and so many more. How can I leave these behind? At the age of seven, I was forced to make one of the biggest decisions I was yet to make. It was very difficult for me because there was so many people that I knew as well, my grandparents, neighbors, cousins, relatives etc. They were all very close to my heart. I was about to go to a country where I was going to be alone. But, the truth was that I had no choice other than to accept what my parents had decided.

My cousin (left), grandfather (back), and I -Kerala, 2002

My cousin (left), grandfather (back), and I
-Kerala, 2002

My first grade class, teacher and principle -Kerala, 2003

My first grade class, teacher and principle
-Kerala, 2003

I still remember the night we were leaving. I was packing my handbag, and my grandfather came into my room, and kissed me on the forehead. I started to cry because I knew he wouldn’t be able to function without me. We were best buddies. He handed me something that he had cherished all his life. It was our family Bible given to his father by the Bishop of Antioch. He gave it to me and said three things which I remember so precisely, they were: study hard, come home, and never let go of God. I remember holding the Bible so tightly as I was sitting on the plane and the pilot announced take off. It was the strength and support for my frail body through everything even when I took the first step onto American soil.

The Holy Bible in Malayalam given to me by my grandfather

The Holy Bible in Malayalam given to me by my grandfather

At the time, my mother worked in Interfaith Medical Hospital, and for convenience we rented an apartment in Brooklyn, New York near Classon Avenue. During my stay, I was so lonely, and couldn’t even even make a friend in my apartment building because no one spoke Malayalam (language of Kerala). But the worst was yet to come. Elementary School…it still gives me shivers. Going to school in Brooklyn was probably one of the biggest cultural shock I have ever experienced. I was the odd man out, and as any other typical immigrant, “fresh off the boat”, I was picked on and bullied for smelling like curry, having oil in my hair, wearing the most unfashionable pieces of clothing, and most of all being the only brown skinned girl amidst white and black skin color. I hated my first few months in America because it gave me some of the worst life experiences. I started to hate myself and forget who I was until then. It was around that time, my family and I started to go to a nearby Lutheran church and it became something I looked forward to every week. There was singing, shouting and something so special about that place to me. Each week I would go there, something would tell me that I could make it, and that I will be okay. To my surprise, school was getting better. I started to do better in my classes and I guess my classmates had grown tired of making fun of me. They were surprisingly a bit more accepting although some jokes never went away. Things were starting to look a lot brighter for me. From then on, religion has played an important role in my life in a way that has influenced my every action.

Growing up in America and keeping close with the culture back home is really difficult because I am surrounded by American culture all the time. One way that I built a bridge or balance both cultures is through taking classical Indian dance classes. It is something that I love to do and at the same time it allows me to remain grounded in my culture. Dancing has given me a whole new language of communication and also a lot of friends who are also in similar circumstances as I am. I don’t think I would have been able to cope with a big change if it wasn’t for dancing because it has shown me that I am not alone and there are people from the same backgrounds as I am. Dancing has allowed me to become part of cultural ritual celebrations that I wouldn’t have normally participated in. For example, a celebration called Onam, which is a festival for the harvest season back home.

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My anklets

However, sometimes I detach from my culture as well, mostly when I argue with my parents or behave disrespectfully towards them. I throw these episodes very rarely and they usually occur when I am not allowed to go out with my friends. When I ask, the mood changes and suddenly I am treated like a suspect in a detective movie. The questions include Who? Are they Malayalee (people of Kerala)?, if they are, where in Kerala are they from?, what do their parents do?, and so many more. Usually I hit my breaking point and just walk away from them, give them the silent treatment, or in worse case scenarios yell my heart out and cry but, afterwards I would always feel guilty because there is a constant voice in my head that reminds me of how hard both of them work to feed me and give me the best opportunities. It is quite common in American culture for children to fight with their parents but, in Indian culture parents are equaled to God. Keeping these principles was especially hard for me as an adolescent because it was a hindrance in my social life. When my friends got boyfriends and started to explore different things to find out who they were, I would stay home and study. Although I would get upset, I realized I wouldn’t feel satisfied disobeying my parents or pressuring them to agree to something. This might be because I was rooted in Indian culture but I can never contemplate on hurting my parents. They are my motivation.

I often think how I would have been if I were to stay in India. I am 100% sure that I would be a totally different person. I think coming to America at a young age and growing up here has made me a diverse individual. I can proudly say I am a daughter of both India and America and I am satisfied with my identity.

Inkan Khipu

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Inka Khipu- Chulpaca, Peru, A.D. 1425 to 1532

By: Incan Nation

This is called a khipu and it was used by the Inca Native Americans for record keeping. They are made of multiple string hanging from a horizontal string. These strings include quantitative information such as tax records and inventories, indicated by the varying length, twining techniques, number of knots and color. This system helped the Incas to be one of the most successful and long lived.

From this artifact it is evident that much of Incan economy was developed through trade and negotiations with other Native American and even European groups. They were a highly advanced group of people at the time. The way that they kept their records is not only innovative but also ingenious. This further disproves the idea that Native Americans were “uncivilized” or “barbaric”.  They had a bureaucracy in which they used the khipu as an accounting device. Further research also showed that the khipu might also be a writing system.

I think that American history texts and information does not pay respect to the Native American culture and how highly advanced they were for the time period they existed in. Native Americans are commonly taught to students as people who were a small group of people who practiced unusual beliefs. However, from artifacts like the khipu and groups like the Incan empire, it could be seen that Native American cultures could be compared to classical cultures of Asia and Europe. Native Americans had forms of order, a bureaucratic system of government, and a source and system for economic stability. Furthermore, the Khipu also explains why Spanish colonizers were so eager to come to the Americas. The Incas had already built a fundamental trading system and economy, it was easy for the Spanish immigrants to take over and integrate modern techniques for their own benefit. If the colonizers had come at a later time, the Incas would have been able to resist the take over with a greater force.