I wrote this piece years back, while living in London, after reading a prompt on personal stories of transgression. I wrote it, but never did anything with it. While trying to reorganize all my computer files, I found it and decided I was ready to share it. So here it goes:
First off, the word ‘Chicana’ is one I absolutely despised. I hated how it sounded, I hated saying it and most importantly I would never dream of using it to describe myself. By definition, a Chicana is exactly what I am. I have Mexican parents but born in the United States. I was born and raised in California, the place that is, and will always be, my home. Because of my strong feelings against the word Chicana, I always identified as simply ‘Mexican American’. It was a title that I felt fit just fine. I was a bit of both. Mexican culture has always been prevalent not only at home but also around the communities I’ve found myself in. It was always quite easy to be Mexican American. The cousins I grew up with were in the same situation; there were always plenty of students in my classes that used hyphenated identities to identify themselves. I was just another kid in California who lived in a mixture of cultures.
When I began university, being Mexican American was suddenly not fitting anymore. My university was only 45 minutes away from home (where in California that is no distance at all) and only 15 minutes away from San Francisco. The university felt like a bubble in the middle of, what I always thought was, all the glorious California diversity. I often found myself being the only Mexican American in my classes. In fact, I was often the only person of color. Where had everyone gone? All the kids I grew up with? And where did all these people come from? What had I done differently to get me there? I couldn’t identify with my classmates in the most basic ways. Being Mexican American wasn’t fitting anymore. The phrase, Mexican American, to me anyway, implies that you are both Mexican and American. That you can almost go between being one and the other. Like you can switch off your Mexican-ness when you’re in school in order to fit in with all the Americans. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way.
After taking classes in education and ethnic studies, I realized that I wasn’t alone. There isn’t an appropriate representation of people like me at the university but there are some of us out there. It was nice to know that there was a community of students who shared similar upbringings and were dealing with similar shocks about the lack of representation of our people in higher education. It was then that I realized how fitting the term ‘Chicano/a’ was. Being Mexican American was not suitable because it’s not about dual identities, but rather one very specific one. What people like me do is live in a constant straddle between our Mexican upbringings, away from Mexico, and American society and culture. Chicana is just the right word for the in-between identity that I am constantly faced with. With this realization came the acceptance of the word as one to be described and identify with. I am part of a very distinct community and I should embrace it.
Chicana is a fitting term for me in the US, but how suitable is it in the UK? The word Chicana is the way in which we have carved out our identities in American society. In the UK, Chicana would not have the same effect. When I first moved to the UK I struggled with how I would identify myself when asked where I was from. It sounds simple, I came from California, which is in the United States, and thus I was American, right? Having been born and raised in California I would most definitely identify as a Californian. However, I have had people asked me where I came from before that. It is so interesting that even though California is where I’ve spent all my life I’m still not good enough to be just American. I suppose it’s obvious from my complexion that I am not white and thus have had to come from somewhere other than Europe. I can’t seem to manage to just be me. I have to be tied to a location and my ancestry. I am sure there are many more Chicanas living in London, but I have yet to meet any. Once again, I am the only one of my people in sight.
Statistically, I guess you could say I am not your typical Chicana. By Mexican standards I should already be ‘settled down’, married and maybe have children. Yet, somehow I managed to go to universit. I have also managed to get myself half way across the world to further my education even more. I have also been lucky enough to have parents who haven’t tried to stop me from pursuing my goals. It’s funny how my parents migrated to the United States and gave us all these opportunities and now I am a migrant myself. I don’t know if I want to stay in the UK after graduating, and the scary, yet beautiful, part is that I don’t feel like I have to know. Identifying as a Chicana doesn’t mean I have to be a stereotypical Chicana. I am a Chicana living in London and I can possibly create a new identity label for myself.
I have never truly been Mexican nor American. I am a blend of two countries and cultures, a Chicana. Coming to the UK I have brought this blend with me and now I have to adapt to this third British culture that surrounds me. My entire life has been a transgression; from the migration of my parents, the developing of my identity to the pursuit of being highly educated. Where I am now is the biggest transgression. A Chicana living in London. I have put myself in a third realm of culture and identities.
I’ll end with saying that it is with these small transgressions from individuals like myself that big changes begin to happen. Identities begin to blur, labels start to be redefined and horizons begin to expand. My coming to terms with my Chicana identity is perhaps not the most helpful in the UK; however, it is easier to identify myself knowing what I am. I am American born and raised from Mexican parents currently living in London and this is how I transgress.