A la semana siguiente/The Following Week

Una de mis profesoras me preguntó por qué llevaba el letrero en la frente. Le expliqué lo sucedido en la clase. Me preguntó quién lo habia dicho. Le respondí que no era importante quién lo habia dicho sino lo que se dijo, como me afectó y como logré canalizarlo a través del performance. No tituveó en adivinar el nombre de la persona... y además me confesó que yo no era el único, que de ella se burlaban por su forma de deletrear su inglés británico.

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One of my professors asked me why I carried the sign on my forehead. I explained to her what had happened in class. She asked me who had said it. I answered that it was not important who had said it, but what had been said, how it affected me and how I managed to channeled it through the performance. She did not hesitate in guessing the name of the person... and also confessed to me that I was not the only one, that people mocked her for the way she spelled her British English.

A Lesson Missed

Jorge Luis Morejon. USAforeigner performance piece. University of California, Davis.

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The following week, in class, she came in already prepped. I had been performing my “foreignness” through out campus for a week. Without looking into my eyes, as she was fixing her hair, in response to my performance, a sign across my forehead that read foreigner, an American passport hanging from my neck and brutally shorn hair, she sarcastically remarked:

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“Jorge, what a nice costume,” to what I answered:

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“It is not a costume. It is a commentary. The time when people like me (meaning people perceived as the other by the dominant group) wore costumes is long gone.”

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Our professor had walked out of the room. He had given us the forms for us to evaluate his performance during the Fall quarter. Referring to the sign on my forehead and in response to what I had said, she suggestively sneered:

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“Why don’t you print it?,” meaning, why didn’t I print the letters stamped on my forehead on the evaluation form, to which I answered with conscious restrain of my actions and words in order not to provoke further polarization:

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“If I wanted your advice, I would have asked you, but I rather do it my way. Thank you.”

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I could feel the atmosphere was tense. Sitting around the oval table in the little room we had used for almost a whole semester, my classmates warily gazed at each other as our words battled. Instead of provoking a dialogue that moved her and the class towards an understanding of the implication of labeling someone as a foreigner, an uncomfortable silence permeated the group.

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This episode has a special importance to me because it involves someone who is in preparation for teaching others. I am aware of the fact that we all to some degrees have poorly understood and not well thought out prejudices and misconstrued stereotypes, however my concern is that this interaction apparently brought no discernible self-awareness to this person. I have greater hope that my performance touched others in the class and on campus in a way that might get them to think about being active in a situation like this rather than being silent. Silence is a way to be complicit with social injustice, not only in the classroom, but in any situation.

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Jorge Luis Morejon. USAforeigner performance piece. University of California, Davis.

"Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest."

Georgia O'Keffe

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If you have ever been labeled a "foreigner,"

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If you have loved a "foreigner,"

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If you have felt like a "foreigner,"

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If someone has made you feel like a "foreigner, "

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If you come from a foreign background,

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or if you are a foreigner,

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please, share your stories with US all.

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It will make us feel like we are not alone.

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Essentialized by Hegemonic Mindsets

"Let the foreigner go first," she said laughing.
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I have been called a foreigner in one of my classes by one of my classmates. The class consists of 7 people and the professor. In that instant, they had the choice of siding with the person being attacked or remain silent and complicit. They did the latter.

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There is a difference between being American, being an American citizen, and being a foreigner. Probably she does not know that. When she looks at me, knowing that I am not "American" born, she doesn't see an American citizen, all she sees is a foreigner. In a world plagued by xenophobia, this type of derogatory labeling used on people perceived as foreigners can be very dangerous.