Essay on Human Rights

Submitted By mssu09
Words: 2279
Pages: 10

Hispanic Culture, Music and Migration to the U.S Leaving ones homeland is never a simple process in which one wakes up one morning thinking I’m leaving to a different country. There is always a complex setting that happens behind and many reasons can be the factor for which one decides to leave, but at the end it comes done to two things. Is it a voluntary migration or is it forced migration? Either way the point is that many people around the whole world migrate to a different country causing there to be a big impact do to the drastic changes. The U.S has become and will continue to be the home to many immigrants as the numbers increase, especially to Mexican families since Mexico shares the border line with the U.S. There are ways to cope with the change and one of the most important ways is through music. It’s a simple word but with so much depth into it. All the different types of music gives character to a person, it lets anyone know where the person is from and it could even tell the experience that he/she or their country has gone through. My family and I were born in Chihuahua Mexico, a state that sits on the border line with Texas. Fortunately, my family and I fall under the category of voluntary migration. When I was born my father decided to come to Ohio and work with his uncle who was already living in the state and was familiar with area and jobs. My dads plan was to work hard and send money back to my mother for a year or two, but since the outcome of him working in Ohio turned out to be more successful then what he thought it would be, he ended up staying and decided to have my mother and me move with him. By that time I was 4 years old. The memories I have from living back home are not bad. We had a home, food on the table, clothes, etc. but my parents took the big step on moving out of the country in thinking of a better future for me. They wanted to give me a better education so they didn’t think twice about it. The impact of living in a different country has definitely been a big one for my family. Being away from your own people, the food, the traditions, the scenery etc has an affect one way or another. Most hispanic families are very attached with one another and my family is not the exception. For them, it has not been easy to be far away all these years from their brothers, sisters, and parents. The passings of two of their parents and not being able to go see them for one last time has definitely made a big impact on their life’s. My father has been depressed at times due to that reason and because he misses his home, his people, the farm, animals, and just the little simple things. When ever he gets depressed it has a big impact on my mother. She feels bad because he’s not where he would like to be and she gets in a stage of wanting to work non-stop so she can get more income, save more, and hopefully leave back to Mexico much sooner then the time they have planned. In my case, since my parents brought me over to the U.S when I was so little, living here has been home to me. Despite the fact of growing up in a different culture, my parents have taught me the Hispanic culture and a lot of things are done the same at home like how they are done back in Mexico. Ever since I can remember my parents have done most of the things the way they are done in the hispanic culture. Everything from religion wise, in being devoted Catholics, believing in the virgin Mary, celebrating El iDa De Los Muertos (Day of the Dead), to having authentic mexican food on the table, and the big one for me was having a quincenera when I turned fifteen. Everything following up to my quincenera stayed the same as tradition calls it to. I never wore any type of make up before, no matter how “natural” looking it would of seemed like, I never was aloud to have a boyfriend before then or even just hang out with guy friends out of school and the most important was on the day of I danced the traditional “La Ultima Muneca”…