The Asgedom family in Sudan, just before coming to the United States in June 1983. Top, from left to right: the writers half-sister Mulu; his mother Tsege; his father Haileab. Bottom: the writer; his older brother Tewolde; his younger sister Mehret. |
NOTES FROM THE MARGIN Of beetles and angels published May
7, 2001
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From our very first days in America, my mother and father hammered into our minds the importance of excelling in school. RIGHT NOW, WE ARE AMONG THE POOREST IN THE LAND. NEITHER YOUR MOTHER NOR I WILL FIND GOOD WORK BECAUSE WE LACK SCHOOLING. WE WILL HAVE TO WORK BACK-BREAKING JOBS, WE WILL NEVER FULLY UNDERSTAND OUR RIGHTS, AND OTHERS WILL TAKE ADVANTAGE OF US. BUT IF YOU, OUR CHILDREN, WORK HARD AT SCHOOL AND FINISH THE UNIVERSITY, MAYBE SOMEDAY YOU CAN HELP YOURSELVES AND HELP YOUR FAMILY, TOO. My parents may not have known much about this country, but they knew that the university cost more money than they had. They had a solution, though. They told us that if we were among the best students in the land, we could earn scholarships and attend the university for free--in spite of our race and background. YOU ARE POOR AND BLACK AND WE CANNOT BUY YOU THE RESOURCES THAT OTHER PARENTS CAN. BUT IF YOU HAVE ENOUGH DESIRE TO OUTWORK ALL THE OTHER STUDENTS AND YOU NEVER GIVE UP, YOU WILL WIN THE RACE ONE DAY. What's both beautiful and scary about young children is that they will believe most anything that their parents tell them. If our parents had told us that black refugees growing up on welfare in an affluent white community couldn't excel, we probably would have believed them. But they told us that we could do anything if we worked hard and treated others with respect. And we believed them.
Part 2: Playground warfare |