Why I don't Subscribe to the Idea that America is a Melting Pot
Being raised by Vietnamese immigrants, my parents solely spoke Vietnamese to me in the house, always reminded me to never forget where I came from, and would save money just so we could take trips back to Vietnam but when it came to school they always told me to be good, listen to my teachers, and don’t get in trouble. I didn’t realize the implications of this until I learned about the implications of assimilation and the “model minority” label much later in college. My parents wanted the best for me so they uplifted their lives to America so that I could have a “better future”. Talking about Maslow’s hierarchy last week in class, I remember being angry at my parents for not understanding why assimilation was bad. In that moment of frustration I failed to remind myself that they had gone through a war and had experienced starvation at levels that I could never understand. Coming to America and not having to worry as much about those basic needs made it seem like America was a better l...