Assisignment is: Identify and describe whichm if any, of these creation and consequence situations the group has faced:
1. Creation: migration,annexation ,
or colonization
2. Consequences: extermination,
expulsion, secession,
segregation, fusion or
assimilation
Write a fictional, first-person account of the creation and consequence situations of a subordinate group in the United States in the form of a 1700-1050 word journal entry.
Describe as if you were a member of that subordinate group, where the group originated, how it came to the United State, and one or two locations in the United States where members of your group live. Be creative in your fictional descriptions, but accurate with your facts. Search through chapter of the text, the internet for information about your chosed group. Cite your sources accourding APA requirements.
Here is what I came up with:
May 23, 1990
Hola, diary, my name is Maria-Isabel. It’s been over 9 years since my family and I came over from Cuba during the Mariel boatlift of 1980 (Wikipedia Encyclopedia). When we left the port I remember feeling relived to be on my way to a new beginning. It took us about a day on a packed ship to arrive in Miami. When we got there I expected to walk off and start my new life, boy was I wrong! We were detained for a couple of hours and my Father, being about 40 at the time, was questioned. Apparently, they thought he was a criminal because Castro had released a lot of the criminals and mentally ill and told them to go to the U.S. I’ve never been so scared I thought I would never see my father again because they had interrogated him for along time.
Soon he was released and we were lead to a refugee camp to wait for my Uncle who had been in Miami since the 1960’s to come and get us. It seemed forever but we finally got our green cards and were free to go! We moved in with him and his wife and 5 year old son. Can you imagine 6 people in a four bed room house!!! Good thing my two aunts left to my Grandparent’s house in New York (they had left with my uncle in the 60’s). It was like this for a couple of months while my father and mother looked for a job and I tried to become acquainted with this new country.
I’ve come along way from then and so has the Cuban community which began settling here in early 1959(Wikipedia Encyclopedia). We, the Cuban people fled our country because of the brutal communist regime of Fidel Castro. His regime was brutal; we were not allowed to join any political or social groups that were not part of his government.
We were also forbidden to; voice our own opinions about his government. Also, we
were not allowed to go to any type of church or pray to God. We didn’t even own
our own house in Havana! The list of his crimes goes on and on. (Espinosa, Guillermo
2005)
When we got to Miami from Mariel, Cuba some of my aunts and cousins moved to New York while we stayed in Miami to make a new life for ourselves, I was 17 at the time. I quickly learned that not everyone in Miami spoke Spanish and many of the people I met in my early days here in Miami, urged me to learn English. So after my family bought an apartment with the little money we had. I began to take free classes offered in the local High School at the time. I had wanted to learn as much English as possible before I joined the workforce like my parents.
As time when on I finished the classes and became affluent in English so I began working. Finally after so many long years in Miami I began feeling at home. I had made friends with Americans and enjoyed all that Miami had to offer in the mid 80’s I went to a Bon Jovi and Police concert and still enjoy wearing the popular fashions.
My Family is another story on the other hand they still haven’t really become apart of the American culture they are still kind of stuck in the past sticking to there own Cuban ideals and traditions. Not to say I still don’t hold my own Cuban traditions I’ve just adopted American traditions to go along with my Cuban ones. For example, holidays.
When I moved in with my now husband, who is American, I began to celebrate Christmas by making both pork and turkey. I also now celebrate Thanksgiving, a truly American holiday.
I’ve truly come along way from that boat in Mariel, Cuba. Now I know what it means to speak my mind, be part of a political party, own my own home and make as much money as I deserve. I can not imagine my life if I lived in Cuba. I am truly grateful for all this country has given me.
References
Espinosa, G (2005), State security
prevents Flamur elections. Cubanet
News, 2005,December 1). Retrieved
July 1, 2007 from
Wikipedi, Encyclopedia (2007). Cuba.
Retrieved July 1, 2007 from
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Soon he was released and we were led to a refugee camp to wait for my uncle to come and get us; he had been in Miami since the 1960’s. It seemed forever but we finally got our green cards and were free to go! We moved in with him and his wife and 5 year old son. Can you imagine 6 people in a four-bedroom house? Good thing my two aunts left for my grandparents' house in New York (They had left Cuba with my uncle in the 60’s.) It<~~What is "it"?? was like this for a couple of months while my father and mother looked for a job and I tried to become acquainted with this new country.
I’ve come along<~~sp?? way from then and so has the Cuban community which began settling here<~~Where is "here"?? in early 1959(Wikipedia Encyclopedia). We, the Cuban people<~~add comma fled our country because of the brutal communist regime of Fidel Castro. His regime was brutal<~~repetitive; you've already said his regime was brutal; we were not allowed to join any political or social groups that were not part of his government.
We were also forbidden to;<~~delete semicolon voice our own opinions about his government. Also, we
were not allowed to go to any type of church or pray to God. We didn’t even own our own house in Havana! The list of his crimes goes on and on. (Espinosa, Guillermo 2005)
When we got to Miami from Mariel, Cuba<~~add comma some of my aunts and cousins moved to New York while we stayed in Miami to make a new life for ourselves,<~~run-on I was 17 at the time. I quickly learned that not everyone in Miami spoke Spanish and many of the people I met in my early days here in Miami,<~~delete comma urged me to learn English. So after my family bought an apartment with the little money we had.<~~change period to comma I began to take free classes offered in the local High School<~~no capitals on "high" and "school" unless you are naming a particular school at the time. I had<~~delete "had" wanted to learn as much English as possible before I joined the workforce like my parents.
As time when on I finished the classes and became fluent in English so I began working. Finally after so many long years in Miami I began feeling at home. I had made friends with Americans and enjoyed all that Miami had to offer<~~run-on in the mid 80’s I went to a Bon Jovi and Police concert and still enjoy wearing the popular fashions.
My Family<~~no capital "f" on "family" is another story on the other hand<~~run-on they still haven’t really become part of the American culture<~~run-on they are still kind of stuck in the past sticking to there<~~sp?? own Cuban ideals and traditions. Not to say I still don’t hold my own Cuban traditions<~~run-on I’ve just adopted American traditions to go along with my Cuban ones. For example, holidays.
When I married an American, I began to celebrate Christmas by making both pork and turkey. I also now celebrate Thanksgiving, a truly American holiday.
I’ve truly come along<~~sp?? way from that boat in Mariel, Cuba. Now I know what it means to speak my mind, be part of a political party, own my own home and make as much money as I deserve. I can not imagine my life if I lived in Cuba. I am truly grateful for all this country has given me.
Since it's a journal entry, I didn't correct everything -- there are still some omitted commas and some slang words, but if your teacher is judging it as a journal entry, that level of informality should be all right.
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