Both Tomas Rivera’s
experimental narrative, …And the Earth
Did Not Devour Him, and the chapter “Aria” from Richard Rodriguez’
self-reflecting childhood memoir, Hunger
of Memory, are successfully able to project the migrant experience onto the
reader, and expose them to a facet of American life that was previously
ignored. What stands out in both of these stories is how the respective authors
portray the alienation and separateness that they felt from “gringo” society.
However, both men have drastically different methods of conveying their
estrangement; while Rivera largely resorts to metaphor and parable, appealing
to a more visceral and immersive sensibility, Rodriguez’ more conventional
auto-biography emphasizes the importance of language in the formation of one’s
identity, providing a more realistic portrait.
Segments such as “The Lost
Year” and “It’s That It Hurts” from Earth
particularly concern themselves with the disorientation and confusion of
culture shock. This imagery is more directly employed in the prior, with the
description of a boy losing his identity and becoming disconnected from his
surroundings to the point that he “even forgot the name he had been called”
(83). Similarly, the latter of the stories, though more literal in its reading,
similarly depicts the solitude of its protagonist, only this time in the
context of the modern school environment. In the story, the boy blames the
community for his feelings of seclusion, citing instances of discrimination by
“gringos,” such as being separated from the rest of the students in a
classroom, and being singled out and stereotyped by a bully. At one point, he
comments, “This one didn’t laugh at me” (93), implying that this is by no means
an isolated incident, and that his less hostile classmates will often settle
for discrimination from afar. Though these short stories are not meant to be
taken as factual accounts, one can assume that Rivera himself experienced
similar bigotry growing up in Texas among migrant workers.
“Aria,” despite presenting
a similar theme, has a completely different conclusion about the significance
of separation. While Rivera portrays the public as hostile and inaccessible to
Chicano citizens, Rodriguez stresses the importance of Mexican Americans to
incorporate themselves into this society, and form a public identity in
addition to their private selves. According to him, being set apart from others
is not equitable with forming individuality; he argues that one needs
“inmates,” i.e. family, in order to define their independence. Language is used
as a symbol of this duality, the thing separating the private from the public.
To him, assimilation into American life is not detrimental to the Chicano
movement, but, as portrayed by him, essential in order for young immigrants to
be able to rise above their migrant backgrounds. Ultimately, he concluded movements
such as bilingual education deprived children of “the right – and the
obligation – to speak the public language of los gringos” (19).
Truly, these are two
wildly differing interpretations of the role of Chicanos, and the
responsibility that America has towards them. In today’s society, does Richard
Rodriguez’ philosophy still apply, if it ever did? On what issues would these
two authors, Rodriguez and Rivera, be in arrogance?
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