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phoenixyfriend · 1 year
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The way that a person's individual experiences of diaspora into the West can color their interpretation of three Jedi's collective and individual responses to outsiders asking about their planet of origin.
Oh my god I just. This is going to be very American-immigrant of me but listen.
The inherent trauma of being raised as part of a diaspora population without a fixed, concentrated community in an area that strives to have you conform and assimilate, bleaching yourself of all cultural roots. The desperation to cling to a home, an origin, because of how untethered the average White person is, in places like the US and Canada and Australia, so if you have any knowledge of a Home Country you cling to it. That kneejerk "I am not one of you, I may pass as 'normal' but I am foreign, I am Other, I am not you" that exists for those of us who immigrated young but were raised in the Home Culture, inasmuch as our parents could manage.
Many Americans cannot fathom the idea of not taking pride in Where You Come From. So many are unmoored in that sense, and substitute pride in their City or State, with cultural histories that are so much shorter. So many can't process the idea that balancing Where You Come From with Where You Are as anything other than an act of survival in the face of violence, because for so many, that Pride In Cultural Background is something that was stripped away generations ago, willingly or not.
(I can't speak for all, especially not non-white folks, but I'm sure there are related-but-different takes.)
So the idea that the Jedi can prioritize "I am a Jedi" over "I am from This Specific Planet" and it not be an act of violence or survival is unfathomable to people who cling so strongly to things like... dna ancestry tests and the barest fragments of what they can collect.
And I'm obviously coming at this from the perspective of someone who loves the Jedi, who fully believes in their specific messages and ideals, who trusts that they do do their best to keep their members tethered to their home cultures (Ahsoka's hunt on Shili, Barriss and Luminara's tattoos, Depa's piercings), but that the Jedi still prioritize "I am a Jedi" as their culture.
But. I think that, a lot of the time, when I see a Jedi take offense to "okay, but where are you from?" questions in fic, it hits a weird button to me, because... there are definitely real-world communities for whom that's a hot-button question, an insult, an act of racism, of Othering. Whereas my experience has always been excitement to share that no, I'm not from here, thank you for asking. Thank you for noticing that my name is Not This.
Is it different for human Jedi than it is for twi'leks? For Jedi of the galactic majority instead of an oppressed class? To what extent does a fic writer's relationship with the experience of diaspora impact this aspect of the Jedi, and how they react to other's questions of their origins?
(Please engage in good faith and be polite, thank you.)
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taiwantalk · 6 months
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so so convoluted. russians, if you are willing to pay an apartment in kyiv, it’d be an emigration and you’d be an ukrainian and you’d be in the same shoes as anyone in ukraine not to have your sovereign right be conquered by any foreign hostility.
by joining the war, russians are eternally damning their welcome to freely go anywhere they desire as long as they do not condemn the russian invasion into ukraine.
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hauntedbystorytelling · 9 months
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Jeanne Mandello :: Cala (Solarization), Montevideo, 1943 | src Jewish Women’s Archive [JWA]
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lavandin · 3 months
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A story about this unsigned portrait of Tito goes something like this...
My great-grandfather sailed on a ship from Yugoslavia to New Zealand soon after the end of World War 2.
He got the task to take this painting as a present for the Croatian emigrants in New Zealand.
After talking to them he realised that a portrait of Tito isn't the most appropriate gift, so he decided to take it back to Rijeka and store it in our attic.
Rijeka/Sušak, 31 December 2023
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mapsontheweb · 1 year
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Level of emigration to Brazil from Europe.
by @Maps_interlude
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This 1943 painting by Laura Knight (1877-1970) depicts 21-year-old Ruby Loftus (2921-2004) working at an industrial lathe cutting the screw of a breech-ring for a Bofors anti-aircraft gun. Ruby became an expert in the production of breech-rings in just seven months – something that usually took years. After the war, Ruby and her husband John Green emigrated to Canada and she never worked in a factory or engineering again.
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"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory
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Not all childhood trauma comes from abuse
Many things can cause trauma:
Terrifying events (eg. War, kidnapping, fleeing home, etc.)
Accidents
Long term sickness
School bullying
Religion
Emigration/frequent moving
Societal reaction to disability (eg. Autism, cerebral palsy, use of a mobility aid, etc.)
And many more….
Trauma doesn’t care about age, and I don’t think we recognise these types in trauma spaces, especially on the medical side (eg. ACE trauma test)
Trauma that doesn’t come from abuse isn’t less or more valid than trauma that does
No matter where you’re trauma comes from, you got this!
I hope your symptoms lessen soon
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gemsofgreece · 1 year
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greeks are indeed the main issue when it comes to spread the greek language. I live in germany and also went to a Greek school a few times a week in the afternoon (after my normal German school) and although my greek isn't perfect I dare to say I was still the best pupil speaking it bc my parents were of the few ones only speaking in Greek to me. most other parents spoke either a mix of Greek and German or straight up only German w them. partially it wasn't the parents' fault as they were 2nd gen greeks living there so they grew up in Germany, too and their parents also didn't really bother speaking to them fully greek, in an attempt to merge w their new home country and the culture (as it often happens w immigrant families). wasn't much different w my Italian neighbors either where the kids barely spoke/understood Italian. but then I see people from other countries/ continents only speaking in their native language to their kids no matter what and I'm like, why can't greeks be like this, too? I know greek isn't always the easiest especially when living in a different country. but if other immigrants manage keeping their native languages along w learning/speaking German, why can't we? or worse, they come up w new words like μπροτάκια. a mix of the German word "Brot" (bread) and the greek word ψωμάκια (buns), essentially meaning buns w it but instead of using the greek word they just mixed it w the German one 🙃 like the amount of times I met greeks (in my age) but they could barely speak greek is alarming. and it's obviously the parents/grandparents' fault. my grandpa has relatives in South Germany and when he asked them if they speak greek to their grandchildren they said no. and he told them "they're gonna learn German in school anyway. what they're not going to learn there is greek! so speak greek to them!" and I think he is right. sure you can still be and feel greek even without speaking it by just keeping traditions and other cultural stuff alive. but speaking the language helps you connect w all this and other greeks in a deeper way. so speak greek to your kids! please! it's such a nice language, it's a pity!
(sorry for the long message. just needed to vent about my personal experience a little)
Thank you for this message! I have no insight what the Greek immigrant (or just immigrant)’s experience with struggling to preserve the heritage is like but it must definitely be tough work. I understand second generation parents who don’t succeed much in teaching the mother tongue to their kids. But first generation? That’s straight out problematic. I believe your grandpa is right. Besides, it is absolutely possible for kids to learn more than one language - if a kid can learn English and another foreign language besides, say, German then they are perfectly capable of learning their own ethnic language too. If they don’t, then apparently the parents have failed or intentionally didn’t make it clear to the children what the significance of this is.
A kid desn’t understand concepts like heritage, roots, culture very well. If the parents try to teach the language as a chore or as a form of ethical obligation, it might not succeed. They should treat the language learning as something natural or obvious or if that’s not easy then as something fascinating or useful IMO. Because I have received mail from Greeks of the diaspora who weren’t taught Greek well by their family and they realise they want to know it only in late puberty or adulthood, when the aforementioned concepts are better understood. This is generally something that usually interests people when they grow and mature. But when a lot of time has passed people often make the mistake to feel that maybe they lost their chance or the cord is cut for good now or that they wouldn’t be able to get connected on a deeper level even if they tried. Which is wrong of course, you can (re)gain the lost touch at any age as long as you genuinely try to. But the neglect or avoidance of the parents (for whatever reason) in this matter makes it so much more difficult for their offspring later.
This of course applies to all immigrants struggling with the preservation of their language and culture. The immigrants you mentioned, who still succeed a lot in that are probably ones where tradition and religion have a very strong influence in the structure of their family / society so it is necessary for them. Not always, but usually, I think.
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illustoryart · 2 years
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Hey. Sorry for a long silence. A lot happened, nothing good.
You probably didn't know this, but I am from Russia.
I was from Russia. I had to run away into nowhere, without a plan or backup because of my antiwar position, because I can't imagine any future there. I am in Tblilisi, Georgia almost for a month now, trying to figure out what to do next, but to be honest I have no idea.
You probably do know that Russia now is a totalitarian state with a full-scale dictatorship and censorship.
Everyone who is against the war is facing repressions and a very real perspective of getting 5 to 15 years in russian prison (which is fairly worse than any hell you can imagine).
My parents, my brother and a lot of my friends are still in Russia. I am mad worried about them, because national police forces already started to come for relatives of my friends (just because of some antiwar reposts and texts in social media).
But I don't want to be silent.
What's now happening in Ukraine is a crime against humanity.
Everyone responsible should be punished as war criminals.
Everyone who is supporting this massacre should be brought to answer.
Glory to Ukraine. Freedom for Russia.
I hope I will be able to continue making art, because it's my main reason to wake up in the morning. Because I have nothing else left.
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scotianostra · 7 months
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September 15th 1773 saw “The Hector" which sailed from Loch Broom, Ullapool arrive in Pictou, Nova Scotia.
On July 8th 1773 the Hector had left Loch Broom, near Ullapool, carrying emigrants, the start of a wave of Scottish immigration to Canada. These people were joining a few others who had already joined the ship in the Clyde area. All the people had one thing in common. They wanted to find a new land where they had freedom to speak their Gaelic language, play their music and wear their cherished tartan.
It was only 28 years after the Battle of Culloden and life in Scotland was hard and repressive. 189 passengers comprising 25 single men, 33 families, a piper and their agent had joined the ship and were willing to start a new free life in a new land.
The dangerous voyage took three months to complete. The ship was old and built to carry cargo; not passengers. There was sickness aboard and several passengers died. Spirits were not dampened and, in fact, raised when a healthy child was born as they were close to the North American coast. They came ashore at the small but unhostile Indian settlement of Pictou. They arrived just as the harsh winter was setting in.
Life was hard but these people had their freedom and survived that first winter and proceeded to tame a small part of that wild continent. They never forgot their Scottish heritage and called the new land Nova Scotia.
Today the small town of Pictou is a proud and thriving place. The Gaelic language still exists, tartan is proudly worn and Highland music is sung, played and enjoyed.
A replica of the Hector sits at the Hector Heritage Quay, a heritage centre run by local volunteers, keeping the history alive. You kind loads more info an a list of the passengers on The Hector descendants web page here http://shiphectordescendants.ca/Home.aspx
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tyalangand · 10 days
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An ancient Irish tale, The Voyage of Bran, tells a story of a man who sailed into the Otherworld. He spent a year in indescribable joy but even so, he became homesick. Only, when he came back to Ireland, he learned that while he was enjoying himself, hundreds of years have passed in his homeland, and he could no longer stand on its shores, as he would turn into ash. So he sailed away, never to be seen again.
We, immigrants. Uprooted from our countries of origin, thrown into a life that we chose, the life that is supposed to be better. Suck into new adventures and joys, which are often legitimate joys. And yet, a pang of homesickness stabs us.
And we can't come back. Even if we are physically able to; hundreds of years have passed, hundreds of changes which we no longer follow, strangers in our own lands. Uprooted in both places, never at home. Can we ever come back?
The Irish, writing tales of emigration since antiquity. And me, joining the fate of those who chose to live a better life, but with a perpetual hole in their hearts.
Happy belated St. Patrick's Day.
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nei614b · 1 month
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k00296575 · 2 months
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~Movement~
Week 1: 8th-12th Jan
I finally explored the theme of movement through emigration. This topic has a unique personal element to me, as my family and I emigrated from Poland in 2006.
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I used this page in my sketchbook as a context page for this project, explaining the origin of my concept. I also drew a Venn diagram of cultural similarities and differences between the two.
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hauntedbystorytelling · 9 months
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Jeanne Mandello :: Fotograma (Photogram), Montevideo, 1950 | src Jewish Women’s Archive [JWA]
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waldires · 6 months
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Emigration by Giovanni Fattori (1825-1908), Livorno, museum
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afranse · 2 months
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А у нас в стране отстой, нелюдям раздолье.
Дураки на фронте, умный за забор,
Умный скрылся за бугор, умного не троньте.
Эволюционный так идёт отбор.
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It’s a glorified time for the KGB folks.
Fools are at the frontline, smart ones behind the fence,
They hid behind a hill, don’t touch the smart ones.
This is how evolutionary selection works, you better give it a chance.
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