The dress code for my office allows “national dress.” The Saudi can wear a thobe and ghutra. The Sudanese can wear a turban.
My national dress is a polo shirt and khakis. Frankly I deserve better.
The dress code for my office allows “national dress.” The Saudi can wear a thobe and ghutra. The Sudanese can wear a turban.
My national dress is a polo shirt and khakis. Frankly I deserve better.
Who buys them then? Are you seriously telling me non-Brits are buying British flags just for the hell of it? Or maybe Brits buy the flags and only display them in their linen closets.
Yes non-brits; both tourists in the UK and internationally. The 2012 olympics helped to make the union flag cool.
And certain events, like the Proms and international sporting events.
Of course, it’s probably an exaggeration to say nobody displays the union flag day-to-day in their home or office…there must be some people who do. But, I lived my first 33 years in the UK, and I don’t recall ever seeing the flag displayed that way.
Yes, you’re more likely to see it as a cool graphic on a cushion than as a display of patriotism. I rented a holiday hime in France last year that had one as a rug in the living room (French owners, for the record. I don’t think they were anglophiles).
The title did raise my eyebrows, since generic American is an ethnicity itself, and also has several subtypes. But after reading your post I understand the question.
I don’t have a good answer myself, being another generic Brit, but your suggestions reminded me I know a Chilean who has British ancestry and went to a British school in Chile to learn English, his wife is French Chilean and similarly went to a French school, and their kids speak all three languages. They seem to follow more of her French cultural traditions in cooking. I get the impression these foreign-language based schools are a lot more common in Latin America and would be frowned up on in the US.
Also, no one eats bangers and mash for breakfast, lol.
My then employer bought all the employees UK flags for our desks during the Queen’s diamond jubilee, so that’s one explanation. Afterwards I wanted to keep mine up but didn’t want anyone to think I was a UKIP supporter, so I ordered an EU flag online to display with it. Of course, that all went to pot later…
There are also a couple of houses in my area that have flagpoles outside and variously display British or English flags, and in one case Ukrainian, so it’s not totally unknown. They probably are UKIP supporters (except the Ukrainians).
That’s the thing, isn’t it? If you display a Union Jack for anything other than some royal event or international sports competition, everyone will think you’re a fascist.
I’m adopted, so none of the above.
According to my Ancestry.com genetic test, I’m a little bit of pretty much everything.
I guess growing up more closely with my mother’s Czech/Polish heritage being at the forefront, I understand that history/participate more in continuing their traditions.
However, If I had $1 for every polka danced at a wedding from someone on my dad’s side, I’d be rich as all get out. An uncle and cousin returned recently from visiting the original home in Germany, so it has sparked an interest in learning about where the family is from.
I can’t do that with my mom’s side, as everything was decimated in WWII.
(There seems to be a weird commonality amongst many adopted people I know - we’re very interested in the family trees of our not-related-by-blood families. I still spend time researching the family tree)
UKIP supporters aren’t necessarily fascists (or at least they weren’t before Farage quit and the party degenerated from proto-racism to actual racism), but I’ve also seen a few houses round here with BNP posters in their windows in the past. It’s that kind of area.
It’s a shame, cause I do think the union jack is a pretty cool flag, much better than the England one that appears during world cup season.
I am Swedish on my mother’s side and Scottish/Irish/English on my father’s side. However, our family doesn’t do anything particularly ‘ethnic’. My maternal grandfather was from Sweden but my Scottish/Irish/English ancestors are like 5 or 6 generations ago. They had originally settled in the US (it appears one line came over to North America on the Mayflower). A few lines were “United Empire Loyalists” who were colonists who fought on the British side during the US revolutionary war and eventually moved to New Brunswick.
Is there such a thing as “cultural appropriation” (in the shaming sense) of things whites came up with?
Tossing in another datum: up until the age of 30 or so, if asked about my ancestry, I would have said German. My father had a typical German name, so was my mother’s maiden name. So was her mother’s maiden name, and my father’s mother maiden name. Germans everywhere you looked. But none of them spoke a word of German so far as I knew, and none of them cooked anything particularly german outside the occasional sausage.
And I knew absolutely nothing in more detail: no idea what towns any of the ancestors might have come from (well, it’s been at least five generations) or what areas of Germany – for that matter, I’m not sure what ‘areas’ Germans would break their country down into, I mean, the equivalent of America’s ‘The South’ or ‘New England’ or whatever.
Basically, I have zero feeling of any attachment to a German ‘heritage.’
And then, around 30, I happened to learn that my father was actually the son of his mother’s first marriage, to someone with a typical English name, and though he’d grown up using her second husband’s name, he’d never been officially adopted.
So… now I can legitimately feel absolutely no attachment to an English heritage, too? Hey, at least I speak English…
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I think of “British” as a nationality, not an ethnicity. Not sure how things work over the pond, but are you English, Scotch, Welsh, Northern Irish, an Anglo or Saxon, an Anglo Saxon, Norman? I know you said you are “white”, but what of British citizens of Pakistani origin?”
My take is that the Welsh, Northern Irish and Scots identify as such, English people such as myself describe themselves as such to foreigners, but overall feel British, especially as that is what is written in the passport. The views of the other three groups depends hugely on whether or not they are passionate nationalists. My impression, which may be a little out of date as I have been an expat for 40 years, is that blacks tend to describe themselves as Jamaican for the first generation, Asians likewise according to their country of origin, but in each case it gets more complicated with the generations born in the UK who are essentially regarded as British but of a different color. Except by the usual bigots and racists, who sound off about blacks and Pakis. I saw somewhere that the Chinese get the brunt of the racism and are still regarded as Chinese even after x generations.
While I lived in japan, I never met any Caucasians who identified as Japanese, regardless of residence status and length. Not least because the Japanese never regard any foreigners as Japanese; people of Korean origin who have been in Japan for several generations are still discriminated against.
But, as you say, it is essentially an American question. My father did some research into the genealogy of the family (nothing at all exciting), but in general people in Europe are not much concerned.
Ethnicity and race are also irrevocably intertwined — not only because someone’s ascribed race can be part of their chosen ethnicity but also because of other social factors. “If you have a minority position [in society], more often than not, you’re racialized before you’re allowed access to your ethnic identity,” Ifekwunigwe said. “That’s what happens when a lot of African immigrants come to the United States and suddenly realize that while in their home countries, they were Senegalese or Kenyan or Nigerian, they come to the U.S. — and they’re black.” Even with a chosen ethnicity, “race is always lurking in the background,” she said.
replace Senegalese, Kenyan or Nigerian with Pole, Lithuanian, or Croatian.
@kswiss
You first said “ Your assumption that Ethnic means non-white is pretty telling of where you are coming from”
When I asked to explain “where I am coming from”, you copied a paragraph from a website without acknowledging the author : (Race vs ethnicity: what is the difference between them? | Live Science)
Ethnicity and race are also irrevocably intertwined — not only because someone’s ascribed race can be part of their chosen ethnicity but also because of other social factors…
I am not sure I understand what you are trying to say.
My mom’s parents were both immigrants from Hungary (separately). My grandfather came though Ellis Island! I didn’t know much about my dad’s ancestry, other than that he identified as “mostly” Scottish, When I was in Cornwall about twenty years ago, the publican asked if my friend and I were “Cousin Jacks.” My friend had a German background, but I said I was “mostly Scottish” on my dad’s side. He said I could be an honorary Cousin Jack. Then, I did a dna test recently and found I was 5% Cornish! I’m a real Cousin Jack, no longer a pretender.
My dad’s family was all in Northern America by 1840 or so, and the majority came over in the 17th or 18th century. There were basically no specifically “ethnic” habits or foods that were passed down from that side. My mom left home and moved 2000 miles away from her family in her 20s. She didn’t keep much that she learned from her parents with her. She lost most of her Hungarian so she couldn’t pass it down to us. I only got Hungarian food when we went to visit her family – which was only three times in my life.
My take is that the Welsh, Northern Irish and Scots identify as such, English people such as myself describe themselves as such to foreigners, but overall feel British, especially as that is what is written in the passport
So are Welsh,Northern Irish,Scots ethnic groups within the context of the British Nationality?
While I have no particular affinity for my Irish-German heritage. My brother-in-law is a Scottish-American. He learned to play the bagpipes, marches in parades in a kilt, took the family to Scotland.
Are Uighers ethnically Chinese because they are citizens of the Peoples Republic of China?
I have Maori ancestors and am tempted to identify as a white New Zealander with Maori ancestry but I actually have more Irish and Scandinavian ancestry. The truth is I’m just a New Zealander.
IMHO, I consider myself a generic American guy who is ethnically Chinese and Jewish. By which I mean, I celebrate Chinese New Year every year; and some of my favorite dishes from my childhood (and in general!) are distinctively Shanghainese; I keep packs of chopsticks and tons of fireworks in my home; I have a different name in that language; my family (and possibly me) fits certain Chinese stereotypes; etc. But also I had a bar-mitzvah; I speak and read bits of Hebrew (less today than in the past); I’ve picked up a handful of Yiddish words; I spent years studying Torah and attending synagogue; I celebrate some Jewish holidays; I’ve eaten lots of ethnically Jewish food, too. Oh, and I have a different name in that language, too.
The food is a big part of my heritage. Like, some of my friends look back fondly on their Mom’s meatloaf or something. I’ve got dee pun (a roast pork dish) and gefiltefish (poached whitefish). Not in the same meal, mind you!
I identify as Coloured.
Here it’s used as a racial classification (Would be “Mixed” or “Biracial” elsewhere), but it’s actually more of an ethnic one (or, in fact a group of related ethnicities with sub-classifications - which might include Cape Coloured (my subgroup), Cape Malay, Griqua, etc) For instance - Trevor Noah is mixed-race, but he’s not ethnically Coloured.
While I am more specifically Cape Coloured, I have close family who are more likely to identify as Cape Malay, or Filipino, or White.
Grew up in the deep south. No one identified by their ancestors homeland (German, Irish, etc). I think we all thought that was weird. I am sure we were all a mix and it would take too much work to find out what we were the most of.
People were pretty much put into one of three categories: White, Black, and Hispanic (there were no Asians).
I suppose for my father’s Serbian family line they retained a strongly distinct identity in the US through the immigrant generation (arrived just pre-WW I) and first generation (fully bilingual, married within the community, traditional/cultural religious faith). By my father’s second generation that became highly attenuated (out marriage, moving away from community, weakly bilingual at best, religious attachments shifted or faded away ).
By my mixed generation it is basically gone. I’m well aware of that heritage, but I don’t identify with it any serious way - it’s just interesting family history and another facet of my basic muttiness. My maternal heritage is a complete muddle, in fact nobody in that family is sure of the proportions or even the exact ethnicities involved. A lot of English, some Welsh and a grab bag of other European backgrounds that is probably best expressed as generic American WASP.
Like Novelty Bobble I don’t self-identify as any particular ethnicity. As a white American I have that luxury, I suppose.
(To the original question)
My mother is half Czech, half Polish (Yiddish). Every holiday meal had a specific made-by-Poles Polish sausage and pierogies. The dessert table had rugelach and kolachkes. My uncle spoke Yiddish fluently, my mother not so much. Neither spoke much Czech, as their father only spoke to his mother in the home language or cussed in it. (My mother was 2nd gen American on both sides).My dad was 3/4 German, 1/4 Swedish. His mother was half German / half Swedish, but died when he was very young. Other than his love of German meats (if it was a weird wurst available only at the German butcher, he had to have it) and his ability to remember German songs from his youth, there wasn’t much. His father was 2nd gen, his mother’s family was here in the 17th century.
In looking at how we ate growing up, the consistent aspect was all dinners had a meat, two veg, starch. Not much spice. My parents didn’t have pizza until they were in their late 30’s. Lasagne until I made it when I was 12. Spaghetti was “exotic”. I know for a fact my father never ate a taco or burrito in his entire life, my mom still hasn’t had anything considered Mexican food. I figured it was more due to him having been raised on a farm than his ethnicity. My mom did sometimes make American chow mein, but my dad wouldn’t eat it.
My father was basically of English extraction and my mother was French Cajun. My mother was brought up in a home that spoke a hybrid English/French language. But since I live in the New Orleans area, running into people such as me isn’t uncommon, so I I never thought of myself as ethnic. Now, you go to see my family in south central Louisiana and most people would consider them ethnic. They’re white but have a thick Cajun accents, probably hard for a lot of people to understand. Also, they have a lot of customs and words that would be unfamiliar to outsiders.
I’m of Norwegian heritage. We try to keep in touch with our roots, and occasionally take our boat across the sound to sack a village or two. Ok, maybe not. But, growing up we were members of the Sons Of Norway. It is a social club that meets monthly, has dinners and fun events. I grew up eating a lot game, fish, brown cheese, etc. We went cross country skiing.
Heh, my dad’s wife’s parents were in the Viking Club for those of Swedish roots, but when I visited them at their trailer at the Club’s lakeside tract I never saw very much looting or pillaging.
But my dad’s wife always makes a Swedish dinner for Christmas and I enjoy it whenever I come up for Christmas even though I’m not Swedish.
My dad was first generation Italian-American. I identify proudly as an Italian-American even though I’m only half. But I look Italian - olive skin that tans very easily, dark hair and eyes. I’m a member of the local Italian-American Club. As a kid, my dad’s family traditions were followed more in our home than my mom’s (she’s German, French & Irish). We ate a lot of Italian food - my grandma taught my mom how to cook certain dishes. I guess, the food was the main thing. I was very close with my Italian grandparents. My grandma would play Italian kids’ games with me, she told me a lot of stories from her childhood. The one thing I wish she would have done was taught me how to speak Italian. We of course knew some phrases and words that I can’t even find in an Italian dictionary because they’re probably slang from their region (Calabria). They never taught my dad and uncle either. I’m guessing since my dad and uncle were born in 1938 & 1941, WWII had a lot to do with that. I think the Italians like the Germans and Japanese had to be careful. Also, they were very proud to be Americans…Italian-Americans. My grandparents’ generation worked hard to assimilate. I knew one of my great-grandmas, she was alive until I was around 12. She did not assimilate at all. She barely spoke any English, she couldn’t read or write. She signed her passage papers with an X. When they first arrived they lived in our city’s Little Italy. Everyone she socialized with spoke Italian - neighbors, shopkeepers, etc. And she didn’t work outside of the home so she had no reason to learn. My grandma used to tell me that her mother was always nagging at her to teach her sons how to speak Italian. It really upset her (my great-grandma) that that generation did not keep the language going.
No, but my first cousins present as ethnic Irish, I guess because they all have Irish names, and participate in stuff like Irish dancing, and make trips to Ireland for genealogy purposes. Lol. They seem more Irish than me though.
My dad’s parents and my mom’s grandparents all emigrated from Poland to the US in the early 1900s. Both of my parents spoke Polish as children, went to a Polish church and the church school. We were familiar with some Polish traditions, and my dad co-hosted a radio show that played a lot of Polish music.
BUT, I don’t speak the language and I don’t know much about Poland. In some ways, my ethnicity is on par with my height and hair color and right-handedness - it’s who I am but in the grand scheme of things, it’s not a huge deal. I have a few items in the house from Poland that I find interesting - a couple of tapestries and some wooden plates. One of my sisters is waaaaay into being Polish, but the other 4 of us not so much.
My husband’s background is kinda mixed and mostly unknown. I think there may be lines to Scotland, England, and Germany, but his family really didn’t care
I’m about like FairyChatMom . I’m Polish-Bohemian (75/25) but largely identify as Polish since that has a much larger footprint in the Chicago area. But that “identity” is mainly in the form of hitting up a Polish restaurant a few times a year with my mom, maybe visiting a Polish festival in the city, making a jokingly outsized deal out of Casimir Pulaski Day and owning a t-shirt that says “Polska”. I don’t speak the language at all (although I tried a learning tape program once, years ago) and don’t feel a real connection to Poland, though I’d like to visit some day just to see it. For most intents and purposes, I’m fine just being a white dude.
I think this counts, although some may not. I identify as Texan. I am a 6th generation Texan, although I don’t live there anymore. One of my ancestors was an Alamo defender. I have further traced my ancestry back to pre-revolutionary America and to Switzerland in the middle ages. But I most identify with my Texas ancestry.
And yet another thread that could have been fun is totally hijacked by people that can’t seem to help trying to appear above the teeming millions instead of answering the simple question in the OP.
kswiss , to answer your actual question my family is Russian on one side and German on the other. I do nothing Russian,but drink beer like a German. Which is pretty much what my parents did, minus the beer part.
Although I’m an atheist Jew, I do celebrate many of the holidays with friends simply because i enjoy them.
Around here (outer suburbs of Cleveland) everyone seems to be either Italian or Eastern European. Mostly Polish but also a lot of Czech and Slovak. People of my parents’ generations are for the most part first- or second-generation Americans. They still call each other “wops” or “polacks.”
There are still cultural clubs around, and ethnic churches like Ukranian, Russian, Macedonian, Polish and Italian. Lots of cultural restaurants and businesses (like bakeries and meat markets).
Personally I am 50% Slovak, 25% Czech and 25%. We celebrate mostly the Slovak part (mom is 100% Slovak). Dad’s grandma was Czech/Bohemian so he got some Czech influence from her.
From what I can tell, around here, if your family didn’t get to the US until the 20th century, you know your heritage and are “ethnic.” And most likely Eastern Europrean or maybe Italian. If your family got here in the 19th century or before, you might not know your ancestry, or it’s very “mutt.”
Three of my grandparents fled to America to escape ethnic repression. Even though they were white and so were their oppressors. Two were Lithuanians facing death at the hands of the Russian empire, and one’s family escaped the genocide of the Irish potato famine.
I’ve also been on maybe a hundred buses on which I was the only white passenger, which makes one feel sorta ethnic.
I am a generic White person from the South. The funny thing is White people tend to think we do not have a racial or ethnic identity. All you other people do.
But in my case, there is a bit of a story.
My paternal grandfather used to tease my dad that we had Black blood in the family. (We have a traditional “Black name.”) Further my father was truly convinced his mom was 25% Native American. So I did a DNA test. Half Polish (my mom) half Scot-Irish.
The thing is, as a White Southerner, you would figure I would be pleased. Really I am sort of disappointed. I am boring.
But I did learn that my grandad really like to tell tall tales and my father believed them.
The dress code for my office allows “national dress.” The Saudi can wear a thobe and ghutra. The Sudanese can wear a turban.
My national dress is a polo shirt and khakis. Frankly I deserve better.
’m adopted, so none of the above.
According to my Ancestry.com genetic test, I’m a little bit of pretty much everything.
I guess growing up more closely with my mother’s Czech/Polish heritage being at the forefront, I understand that history/participate more in continuing their traditions.
However, If I had $1 for every polka danced at a wedding from someone on my dad’s side, I’d be rich as all get out. An uncle and cousin returned recently from visiting the original home in Germany, so it has sparked an interest in learning about where the family is from.
I can’t do that with my mom’s side, as everything was decimated in WWII.(There seems to be a weird commonality amongst many adopted people I know - we’re very interested in the family trees of our not-related-by-blood families. I still spend time researching the family tr
I am Swedish on my mother’s side and Scottish/Irish/English on my father’s side. However, our family doesn’t do anything particularly ‘ethnic’. My maternal grandfather was from Sweden but my Scottish/Irish/English ancestors are like 5 or 6 generations ago. They had originally settled in the US (it appears one line came over to North America on the Mayflower). A few lines were “United Empire Loyalists” who were colonists who fought on the British side during the US revolutionary war and eventually moved to New Brunswick.
Tossing in another datum: up until the age of 30 or so, if asked about my ancestry, I would have said German. My father had a typical German name, so was my mother’s maiden name. So was her mother’s maiden name, and my father’s mother maiden name. Germans everywhere you looked. But none of them spoke a word of German so far as I knew, and none of them cooked anything particularly german outside the occasional sausage.
And I knew absolutely nothing in more detail: no idea what towns any of the ancestors might have come from (well, it’s been at least five generations) or what areas of Germany – for that matter, I’m not sure what ‘areas’ Germans would break their country down into, I mean, the equivalent of America’s ‘The South’ or ‘New England’ or whatever.
Basically, I have zero feeling of any attachment to a German ‘heritage.’
And then, around 30, I happened to learn that my father was actually the son of his mother’s first marriage, to someone with a typical English name, and though he’d grown up using her second husband’s name, he’d never been officially adopted.
So… now I can legitimately feel absolutely no attachment to an English heritage, too? Hey, at least I speak English…
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My mom’s parents were both immigrants from Hungary (separately). My grandfather came though Ellis Island! I didn’t know much about my dad’s ancestry, other than that he identified as “mostly” Scottish, When I was in Cornwall about twenty years ago, the publican asked if my friend and I were “Cousin Jacks.” My friend had a German background, but I said I was “mostly Scottish” on my dad’s side. He said I could be an honorary Cousin Jack. Then, I did a dna test recently and found I was 5% Cornish! I’m a real Cousin Jack, no longer a pretender.
My dad’s family was all in Northern America by 1840 or so, and the majority came over in the 17th or 18th century. There were basically no specifically “ethnic” habits or foods that were passed down from that side. My mom left home and moved 2000 miles away from her family in her 20s. She didn’t keep much that she learned from her parents with her. She lost most of her Hungarian so she couldn’t pass it down to us. I only got Hungarian food when we went to visit her family – which was only three times in my life.
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Thanks all for answering my question in the spirit in which it was intended. I found them all very interesting. Sorry it turned into a debate about what ethnicity was.
Thanks all for answering my question in the spirit in which it was intended. I found them all very interesting.
Glad to hear, but holy mega-quote, Batman!
(couldn’t resist, sorry)
~Max