How many of you feel inhibited in using a language other than English when you are out in public? I know that I think twice about speaking in Punjabi on my cell when there are others around. Here are two examples of recent language xenophobia incidents. The first involves Zach Rubio, a 16 year old student in Kansas City who was suspended for speaking Spanish in the halls:
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Zach Rubio’s high school had no such signs |
“It was, like, totally not in the classroom,” the high school junior said, recalling the infraction. “We were in the, like, hall or whatever, on restroom break. This kid I know, he’s like, ‘Me prestas un dolar?’ [‘Will you lend me a dollar?’] Well, he asked in Spanish; it just seemed natural to answer that way. So I’m like, ‘No problema.’ “A teacher who overheard the two boys sent Zach to the office, where Principal Jennifer Watts ordered him to call his father and leave the school… in a written “discipline referral” explaining her decision to suspend Zach for 1 1/2 days, she noted: “This is not the first time we have [asked] Zach and others to not speak Spanish at school.” [Link]
Note that this high school has no policy against speaking Spanish outside of class, and even if it did, it would be difficult to understand how such a policy could be legal.
The second incident involves an editorial assistant at the Chicago Tribune named (verdad) Ahmad. A. Ahmad:
The Amtrak train was four hours outside New York City when we heard the conductor’s voice on the loudspeaker…We were all stuck, somewhere in the middle of New York state, and we would have to wait for a bus to take us to the nearest big city… I decided to call my mother in Chicago to tell her what happened. We spoke in our native tongue, Arabic.… I heard sirens approaching, and the bus suddenly came to a stop on the side of the highway. Police cars came—so many I couldn’t even begin to count them… The man told police he understood Arabic and had overheard my conversation. He thought I was talking to some terrorist cell when I was chatting with my mother… The authorities questioned me for nearly three hours at an Albany police station. They asked me where I was from, whether I was a United States citizen, who I knew in New York City, who I worked for, and why I was traveling alone. [Link]
In this latter case, tripple A has nothing but praise for the authorities:
The officers were, for the most part, courteous and understanding of my situation.
One officer, Investigator James L. Rogers of the New York State Police, would later call me twice to make sure I made it to New York City with no hassles. Once the police realized the man couldn’t actually speak Arabic, they knew the allegations were baseless, and that he was a wacko, hell-bent on deporting every Muslim back to the Middle East. [Link]
But the ease with which he was stopped and detained without having done anything makes me … uneasy. Just imagine being detained and questioned for hours just because somebody overheard you reciting the latest bollywood song lyrics into your phone and you’ll see what I mean.
UPDATE:
A semi-related but very funny story:
In Dallas, on the weekend, I talked to a woman who spoke good but accented English. She told me that spoke an aboriginal language most of her childhood. She didn’t learn English till she was about 10 years old. She learned it from the women who came to live with the family and the 13 kids after her mother fell sick.
She didn’t have a chance to use her English outside the community until some years later. She and her brother went in to Tucson to buy the hose and the bucket they needed to build an outdoor shower.
She went to the hardware store and placed her order. The person behind the counter looked at her and raised his hands in the air, the sign of incomprehension. So she tried again: “can you sell me a bucket and a hose?” She got the same reaction.
Now she said, “What is the matter with this guy? Doesn’t he speak English?”
The man beside her looked at her with surprise and said, “Lady, you’re speaking Spanish.” [Link]





