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This is the autoethnography of my life including the influences and choices I have made.

Transcript of Jacinto's Autoethnography

Its A Wonderful Life


Its A Wonderful Life: An Autoethnography Juan Jacinto Hernandez Texas State University San Marcos

Its A Wonderful Life


Its A Wonderful Life: An Autoethnography As time passes one sees the changes that have occurred in the world and within ourselves. The visions of yesterday and today help us predict and even determine outcomes for our future. Reflecting on my past gives me an understanding of why I am who I am, while at the same time giving me insight into what I need to do to make changes, individually and as a citizen. Although events and experiences do not wholly make up a person, they are precursors and effectors of many choices we make throughout our lives. Excerpts of my life may foretell where I am headed, but different decisions to these events could have easily foretold a polar opposite or very different future. Destinies are created, not foretold. Family When discussing my life, the upbringings of my father and mother are critical in the role they play for my future. My grandfather, Pedro Hernandez, was a hardworking man who came up from Mexico with his father during the Mexican Revolution to find work. He moved near downtown Dallas in an area where many Mexican immigrants moved to named Little Mexico. While living here, he noticed the lack of Mexican foods and products that were needed in the community, so he began finding the products in various markets and selling them from his home. By the time he was forty, he had an established store, became very distinguished amongst the community, and married my grandmother, Socorro, who was only eighteen. The following year, 1934, my father, Juan, was born. Although my father grew up in wealth with his four other siblings, my grandfather remained humble and taught him work ethic, but some parts of his life do give glimpses of being privileged. My father completed his Bachelors degree in Business Administration at North

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Texas State University. When attempting to find work in the late Fifties in Dallas, he faced racism during the application and interview process and was never hired to work. He began working for my grandfather at the store, and finally took over the store throughout the Sixties and late-Seventies. He met my beautiful mother, Hermila, in the early Seventies, and married her in 1971, of whom they bore my sister, Juliana, in 1973, myself in 1974, my brother, Macario Fidel, in 1976 and tragically, my deceased brother, Ernesto Jaime, in 1977. My mother went into deep depression when her son of only two days died of health problems. Her life is a tragic life. Born in 1944, she grew up very poor in Mexico in the city of Saltillo, Coahuila. She entered illegally to the United States with her sister in the Sixties. In Dallas, she worked at Sears doing tailoring orders. She met my father through mutual friends at a party. They had us shortly, thereafter. After I was born, my father decided to buy a house, but needed to determine what area he wanted to raise his children. This, I believe, is a critical point for my father. One of his final two choices would be a destination of who we would become in regards to our environment. The two choices were a prominently white and wealthy area of Dallas known as Turtle Creek and a middle class neighborhood that was going through a change in demographics known as Oak Cliff. According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the Turtle Creek neighborhood, in the year 2000, was 11.6 percent Latino, 2.7 percent Black, and 89.2 percent white. According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the Oak Cliff neighborhood, in the year 2000, was about 72 percent Latino, 14 percent Black, and about 13 percent white. He decided on the latter, stating that he did not want us to be sheltered in a community that separated itself from the rest in terms of class. Making more than $200,000 a year, my dad could have easily afforded to live anywhere in Dallas, especially in the 1970s. My parents still currently reside here.

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When my mother lost my brother, her depression became so unbearable, that she attempted suicide. My dad put her in one of the best psychiatric hospitals, while at the same time having to take care of the store and us. He decided that my mother and our family were more important than the store, so he sold it to my aunt. My father began his own menudo business that only required a few days of the week to work so he could try to take care of my mother and raise us. Growing up, and even today, my mother is in and out of depression, manic and bipolar, with suicidal tendencies and attempts. When she is well, she is full of beautiful life and one of the most exuberant persons anyone can know. Only those who are near her know why she is sometimes unresponsive and melancholy. Early Years Through all of this, I was very successful in school. Never missing a day of school from kindergarten through the eighth grade, I thoroughly enjoyed our Catholic school which is located in Oak Cliff and is predominantly Mexican-American. I received my first B grade in the sixth grade and was valedictorian of St. Cecilias Catholic School in eighth grade. My father always pushed us to do our best, and although my sister and brother struggled, I had the gift of a photographic memory that gave me an advantage in school. I began teaching at an early age. Among other things, I would record stories for my brother on cassette tapes so that he could follow along with his book. I was a very quiet and shy student, so I was always looked as the ideal student. Teachers would support me and use me as an example for all to see. As the valedictorian in 1989, I was given a half year scholarship to Bishop Dunne Catholic High School in Oak Cliff. The day I received the award was bittersweet. Although I had earned all but one award that evening, my father asked me why I had not won that one award. This

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caused me to intrinsically question my father of what his motives were. Was I doing this for him? Why did he not congratulate me on all of the other accomplishments? Is he intentionally attempting to hurt my self-esteem? It was a small turning point in my life to make the decision to slightly rebel. I began high school with a different perspective. At Bishop Dunne High School, the population of students was about 45% Black, 35% Latino, and about 20% White and Asian. I easily made friends with many of the students from all backgrounds. It was my first encounter with students from other cultural backgrounds that were not Mexican. I went to parties at the mansions of my White friends and hung out at the library or restaurants with my Black and Mexican friends. I began to falter in my grades early on. I was making As, Bs, and Cs my first couple of years, when I was expected to make only As. At the time my father was not making nearly as much money as before, but he had put over $300,000 invested in a food company to save up for our college tuition. Around this time, everything changed. A New Life The year was 1991. Although the year began as most other years with the typical changing of grade levels, the same friends, a predictable future, it changed my life forever. This is the year my father lost all of our college money when the food company went bankrupt, my mother had a relapse of her manic/bipolar depression of which she had to be interned to a mental hospital again, and I had to, for the first time in my life, go to public school. This series of events changed my entire outlook on life. Halfway through my school year as a junior, I left a sheltered Catholic high school into a public high school in my area. I saw the other face of Oak Cliff. It was not a nurturing

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environment that I entered but more like an unfamiliar jungle with familiar faces I saw everyday, but never noticed. I grew up in their neighborhood, but their views of the world and their future were very different. This was a time when gangs were prevalent and peer pressure was very difficult to overcome, even I succumbed. My morale and enthusiasm began to wane in just weeks of being in this new world. Students not respecting teachers. Teachers not respecting students. The teachers and students both seemed to be in their own survival games the teachers in the school, the students outside of the school. Its funny that at the same time their safe havens are the polar opposites. I could scarcely remember any of my teachers at Sunset High School, but I do remember them giving us the answers to exams the day before the exam. I learned more about myself these two years than all of my years in private school. I did prevail, went to community college, struggled, but continued and completed my degree in education at Texas State University in 1999. I did not get into the field of education because of the wonderful teachers I had in private school, but for the teachers I have forgotten in public school. The University Texas State University allowed me to see myself for who I really was someone who wanted to make a change. I joined M.E.Ch.A., a Chicano student organization that allowed me to express my perspectives on injustices that I experienced on campus and in this new world of a university. We began a newsletter that brought different issues out into the school population. It caused negative and positive reactions, and was ultimately able to shut down a conservative newspaper on campus. With a fellow Mechista, we soon began a Latino fraternity on campus called Sigma Lambda Beta that was already internationally established, but not on our campus. We gathered other men who were interested and began the process of becoming members. A life changing

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moment occurred in the Spring of 1998 when on our way to one of our meetings, the car