As a white female I have always felt “culture-less.” I realize that being born in the 80s, bought up in Virginia, and being a part of Generation Y, have all contributed to the bubble that is my life. I am very much American. But there are many others that meet the above criteria, yet have something extra. These differences were made most apparent to me when I became close with my stepfamily, who are originally from Mexico. They have special traditions, different holidays, a whole second language, songs, and recipes that have been passed down for generations. They have culture. They can associate themselves with all things American, while at the same time being a part of a culturally rich world outside of the mainstream. I realize this is a double-edged sword. Many individuals find themselves caught between worlds, not fully a part of either one. I have not lived it personally. But from a “grass is always greener” perspective, I would welcome traditions and a community that extends beyond my immediate circle of family and friends.
There haven’t been many occasions before now which have forced me to think about my own culture. In fact, when a recent assignment required me to bring in items with personal cultural importance my first response was panic. Then I turned to Google. “What is white culture?” The results included the study of whiteness, an article about white supremacy, and posts filled with racist jokes. Not exactly helpful. While I felt this was a strange topic to turn to Google for advice on, I discovered that when one searches for Hispanic or African American culture the helpful results are countless. Did the lack of Google results when my racial category was searched indicate that my life was devoid of culture? Of course not. I have determined that culture is determined on a more personal, micro scale. Something Google can’t me help with.
My family, my friends, my town, my experiences, the places I visit, and my education: this is what shapes my personal culture. I have traditions. Every Christmas Eve my whole family gets together for dinner (aunts, uncles, cousins, the works) and after we’re done eating we sing “The Twelve Days of Christmas.” Each person receives a figurine, glass, or paper with one of the Days on it and that is the Day you must sing. While this was completely horrifying the first time my now-fiancé participated, there’s nothing that bonds you quicker to a family then belting-out off-tune carols just as the tryptophan sets in.
Traditions with my friends are also an important part of my culture. We have a “friend Thanksgiving” held a week before the actual holiday where each of us brings our favorite dish. I’ve watched as the group as grown, not only to include more friends, but fiancés, husbands, wives, and babies. You can physically see us growing into “adults” when looking back on pictures from this event over the years.
My hometown is fuzzy by definition. Technically I was born in Southern Maryland. Due to divorce and other life events, we bounced around while living there. It wasn’t until I was nine, when my mother married my stepfather and we moved to Virginia, that I really discovered “home.” Home became a Northern Virginia suburb called Warrenton. If asked where I grew up, Warrenton is my response. By no means is Warrenton the most culturally diverse area, but luckily, it isn’t the least diverse either. I went to school with mentally and physically handicapped individuals, low SES students, individuals of varying races, exchange students, and had one openly gay teacher. Considering the rural area where I grew up, I feel fortunate for this early exposure to diverse individuals.
I heard a statistic recently that only 10 percent of Americans have a passport. A heartbreaking statistic. Travel has allowed me to experience other cultures; experiences I believe are invaluable. It is so important to see the world beyond our own front door. Visiting a new location, seeing the sites, trying the local cuisine, attempting to speak the language, interacting with locals and other tourists, are all experiences that build onto one’s existing worldview and helps an individual grow by expanding horizons beyond their day-to-day experiences. I have vowed to myself to capitalize on opportunities to explore new destinations whenever possible so that I can continue to add valuable, culturally diverse experiences to my personal culture and worldview. Currently, I am working through the discussion with my fiancé of where to visit for our honeymoon. The existing debate is between an all-inclusive beach resort or a trip that includes seeing historic sites and new cultures. You can guess which side I’m on.
My collegiate experience also contributed to diversifying my experiences with individuals culturally different than myself. I attended Virginia Tech, located in Blacksburg, Virginia. The school is overwhelmingly composed of white males. Diverse individuals made up the same percentage as in my high school: present, but only in small numbers. Since my undergraduate experience was so similar in terms of diversity to my high school experience, my time on campus did not help me grow as much as I might have in a more diverse setting. However, excluding the college, Blacksburg is a very rural town filled with many individuals who were born and raised in Blacksburg, and have no intention of ever leaving. It was shocking hearing how closed-minded some of these individuals could be; especially compared to the very liberal atmosphere I was used to on campus. Looking back, it was an opportunity to gain a valuable insight from another population’s viewpoint. Not all experiences with other cultures are positive and it is just as important to learn from these experiences, as it is the positive experiences.
A more extreme example of a negative experience dealing with diversity in the college setting came after the shootings that happened on campus at the hands of an Asian student. While this event is still painful for me to talk about, it does stand out as the most memorable in dealing with diversity in a higher education setting. Many racist remarks followed the attack on our school. As if one disturbed student represented an entire race. After white students, the Asian community is the second largest on the Virginia Tech campus. I cannot imagine what it must have been like to be an Asian student having to face racist comments on top of the pain everyone in the Virginia Tech community was going through at that time. I have come to understand, though, that when people are grieving or scared they can lash out in inappropriate ways. I’d like to believe that the unfortunate comments made about and towards the South Korean and Asian communities during that time were not true feelings, just individuals without the proper coping methods, who hopefully regret their actions today.
By being an active part of my community, learning from others, and experiencing new cultures I believe I can continue to grow as an individual. The people I surround myself with and the experiences I choose to subject myself to have created my culture and will continue to shape it as I move forward in life. I have learned that culture is personally defined. No two individuals share the exact same culture. Even for those lucky enough to be a part of an extended cultural community, like my stepfamily, each individual still has different life experiences, family, and friends that shape their personal culture. I recently found this diagram from communitydoor.org that I believe is a beneficial, visual depiction of what goes into culture for each individual:
Looking at this diagram it is clear that we are all diverse from one another. Race, age, sexual orientation, gender… are all singular pieces of the puzzle that make each of us. Especially as higher education professionals dealing with a diverse student population it is important to realize all the pieces that make up an individual. It may be easy to focus on one obvious element of a student’s culture, whereas we should be focusing on the overarching picture, where all three circles of the Venn diagrams intersect. When supporting students, I think it can be extremely helpful if higher education professionals can connect with students on a cultural element each have in common. As someone who never felt a part of a cultural community, I now realize the importance of connecting with others regarding a shared culture. Relating to others regarding shared experiences, mutual friends, and common traditions, creates the feeling that we are all a part of a bigger picture. A part of culture.
WHEN WE LOSE OUR CULTURE
When we lose our culture
We lose our identity
-Aldo Kraas
When we lose our culture
We lose our identity
-Aldo Kraas
