{"id":71,"date":"2019-12-01T16:38:48","date_gmt":"2019-12-01T21:38:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/biancacareymediajournals\/?p=71"},"modified":"2019-12-10T17:09:34","modified_gmt":"2019-12-10T22:09:34","slug":"my-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/biancacareymediajournals\/2019\/12\/01\/my-story\/","title":{"rendered":"My Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My name is Bianca Rosa Carey. A very Italian\/Hispanic first and middle name followed by a very basic American last name. This represents my heritage: a descendent of a Honduran immigrants and farmers on endless acreage fields in Pennsylvania. My mom says it&#8217;s good because it gives a me sense of ~cultural ambiguity~. She says &#8220;it&#8217;s so cool, you can blend in with so many cultures without question.&#8221; But is it so cool? I can pass as hispanic when I want or white when I want. \u00a0This mixed culture, yet being raised in a very Americanized household, has always conflicted me and this became quite apparent in my trip to Panama.<\/p>\n<p>With my olive skin tone, the presence of Latino culture could be considered obvious. When I went to Panama this fact was evident. Upon my arrival, and even at the Miami airport, \u00a0I had people approaching me speaking Spanish. I&#8217;d panic because I can&#8217;t speak a single word. The divide between both my cultures became apparent. The language barrier continued when I volunteered at a local Boys &amp; Girls Club there. The kids would come speak to me but I had no clue what they were saying. Shortly after, however, I realize that the language barrier doesn&#8217;t mean much &#8211; we could easily communicate via hand gestures and facial expressions and have the same amount of fun.<\/p>\n<p>Going to Panama was anawakening. As a lesser developed country, the socio-economic injustices were apparent. Yet, the kids were more gracious than anyone I have met in the States. Seeing the living conditions and such diverse culture there saddened me that I had never bothered to explore my own Central American roots. I never bothered to learn the conditions my mom grew up under nor the circumstances that pushed my grandparents to move their entire family to a whole new world. This trip taught me so many lessons but left me questioning my identity &#8211; am I actually able to call myself Latina if I don&#8217;t know anything about the heritage, language or history?<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-87\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/biancacareymediajournals\/files\/2019\/12\/IMG_6684.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"6000\" height=\"4000\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-86\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/biancacareymediajournals\/files\/2019\/12\/IMG_6777.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"6000\" height=\"4000\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My name is Bianca Rosa Carey. A very Italian\/Hispanic first and middle name followed by a very basic American last name. This represents my heritage: a descendent of a Honduran immigrants and farmers on endless acreage fields in Pennsylvania. My mom says it&#8217;s good because it gives a me sense of ~cultural ambiguity~. She says &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/biancacareymediajournals\/2019\/12\/01\/my-story\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">My Story<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4574,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"coauthors":[112576],"class_list":["post-71","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/biancacareymediajournals\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/biancacareymediajournals\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/biancacareymediajournals\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/biancacareymediajournals\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4574"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/biancacareymediajournals\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=71"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/biancacareymediajournals\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/biancacareymediajournals\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=71"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/biancacareymediajournals\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=71"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/biancacareymediajournals\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=71"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/biancacareymediajournals\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=71"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}