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From Assimilation to Acceptance

From Assimilation to Acceptance

A journey of self-acceptance in discovering my Indo-Canadian identity

By Dil Bola

“Where are you from?”

Growing up and looking around me, this seemed to be a simple question for most. My classmates would answer quickly “Canada.” Young, naïve and determined to fit in, I went along with it.

“I’m Canadian.”

“But where are you really from?”

And that’s when things get difficult.

When faced with the challenge of figuring out who you are, society nor the state has made it easy for a second-generation immigrant. Whether it’s the state you were born and raised in or the ancestral home determining your ethnic heritage, claims to either are quickly dismissed.

Originally, my family hails from India – specifically, the northern state of Punjab. Both my mother and father as well as their parents were born there, but ultimately settled in Canada. Which led to me. I was born here.

Yet, while growing up, the question of who I am and where I belong became increasingly tiring. I was told we are Sikh Punjabis, from the numerically minority ‘Saini’ caste. A small community in comparison to other castes, we’re known as landowners and farmers descending from Rajput warriors who took up agriculture in the face of Mughal conquerors. Labels had been thrown at me from all different directions. Indian. Punjabi. Sikh. Saini. Canadian. Immigrant.

“Who am I?”

My first qualm was with the word immigrant. Immigrant is defined as “a person who comes to live permanently in a foreign country.” Statistics Canada defines each generation as either first, second or third. First generation immigrants are posited as foreign born, naturalized citizens whereas second gens are defined as those “born in Canada [with] at least one parent born outside [the state].”

I’d find myself contemplating; ‘If an immigrant is someone who hails as a foreigner, are we not all foreigners compared to the indigenous communities that originally hail from Canada? What makes me so different from the others?’

My thoughts were swiftly silenced as I observed my peers and attempted to fit in. Although multiculturalism is celebrated in Canada, I knew the more I hid my identity the better off I’d be. The more “normal” I’d seem. Diwali celebrations and cultural education at my elementary school meant nothing to me. PB & J sandwiches and orange slices after soccer practice solidified my status as an ordinary kid in the BC Lower Mainland.

Still, I knew in their eyes I would always be the “other.” An idea that cemented in my mind when my teachers advised shortening my name on resumés and applications. “Dil is easier” than Dildeep Kaur. More doors would open for me. More opportunities. A modern-day version of assimilation. A rejection of not just my ancestral culture and heritage, but even my name.

“Why are you so white?”

My mother would ask me. My siblings were not as hostile as I was towards our culture, religion and heritage. I on the other hand, continued to erase any markings of my ancestry hoping it would work. Hoping to fit in.

Fast-forward to 2008. My first memorable trip to India at the age of eleven. Having visited once prior at the age of four, I really wasn’t sure what I was in for.

What I really didn’t expect was children yelling “Foreigners! Foreigners!” while running alongside the car my uncle had picked us up in. In India, everyone immediately labelled us as Canadian. Not just me, the aforementioned “white” one of the family but my sisters and mother too.

Envious at our impeccable English and social freedoms my cousins aspired to escape as my parents had. The longer we stayed the more I understood. As girls, we weren’t allowed to leave the house alone. Not even to the end of the block to buy sweets. Yet, I didn’t like being told I had an accent when I spoke in my mother tongue. Nor did I appreciate the gaggle of men staring at our foreign attire and fair skin. But after rejecting all aspects of my heritage, what else should I have expected?

Colonial legacies run rampant throughout India. Fair skin is coveted, and foreigners admired. Being treated as a foreigner isn’t necessarily a bad thing. But for me, it just meant more confusion surrounding my identity. On top of that, India is one of many countries that don’t allow dual citizenship. For many Indians, those who leave and relinquish their right to an Indian passport are foreigners. Non-Resident Indians (NRIs) is a term commonly thrown around to define those who work out of the state but remain Indian citizens. Even in this category I couldn’t find any claims to who I was.

So, here I am. Sipping my chai, blasting music on my iPod, trying to figure out who I am supposed to be.

In Canada, it was obvious I was seen as the other. Someone who visibly did not belong despite internally assimilating to the ‘ordinary’ way of life.

And in India, I was seen as an outsider. Someone with little claim to the culture and tradition they all held so dearly.

The rejection I felt from each end of my identity continued to grow inside me. And I continued to ignore it.

“I am me.”  

That is, until college. Wide-eyed and books in hand, I was eager to learn. What I didn’t realize was alongside higher education, I’d be learning a lot more about myself. It was only at McGill where I looked around me and realized there can be harmony and duality within cultures and claims to identity. All around me I saw a variety of combinations which motivated me to take what was mine and use it to create who I am. Who I really wanted to be.

What I finally realized, was the value of my dual-identity that I had forever seen as a disadvantage. This disadvantage, although relevant in Canadian society, had been ultimately embellished in my own mind. On one hand, I had this beautiful and elaborate culture, tradition and history to enjoy throughout my life. And on the other hand, I had the social superiority and opportunity of someone living without labels and markers determining who I am.

Evidently, in a caste-class-gender-religion dominated social system such as that of India, I could have easily been silenced. The very idea of the Partition itself is an example. Alongside Post-Partition struggles leading to massacres of Sikhs and Muslims across Punjab, there’s numerous instances of marginalization. Despite the clear prohibition of discrimination enshrined in the Indian constitution, Hindu nationalism has reached new heights in claiming cultural superiority. Currently,  BJP — the party that one recent elections with majority — is asserting Hindu dominance by challenging multicultural narratives. By claiming modern day Hindus descend from the first inhabitants of India, the BJP is rewriting the national identity of India and ignoring a large portion of the nation’s history and people.

Castes result in further segregation and abuse. Laws against caste discrimination as well as affirmative action laws for low-caste government positions have been implemented. Despite that, castes are resilient and remain difficult to abolish. Simply someone’s last name determines their place in society. To this day, inter-caste marriages although publicly encouraged can result in murders and honour killings. The caste system in India remains prevalent and problematic with no solution visible in the near future.

But with my Canadian passport in hand, alongside the opportunities I had growing up, I have the ability and power to challenge these notions and take a stance. Indian society sees foreigners as beyond their categorizations, a legacy still in place after 200 years of British colonization. From skin-lightening fairness creams to foreign policy legislation, colonial legacies are alive and continue to thrive in modern day India. As a result, an obsession with foreign citizenship and NRIs breaks past the domestic classifications in India.

Foreigners are inherently seen as superior. Due to this superiority, voices that would commonly be dismissed refuse to be silenced. For example, a female, Saini Sikh Punjabi born, raised and living in India would be commonly ignored in pursuits of social activism. But as an Indo-Canadian woman with minority background claims I can use those facets to my advantage. The awareness that comes with my ancestral background and the power present in my national identity results in my refusal to be silenced. It allows me to pursue a platform against maltreatment of minorities with internal knowledge of the situation and external advantages of heightened social status.

I am above the classifications of Indian society and I am beyond the legal labeling in census Canada, because

I am both.

I am Indo-Canadian. And proud.

Dil Bola is a McGill graduate with a Bachelor’s degree in Political Science, World Islamic & Middle Eastern Studies and World Religions. She specializes in religion and culture within the current political climate. 

2 comments

  1. MANJIT SINGH KHALSA

    Nice post, especially when you said ” I am ME”. If one goes beyond countries, religions, caste, creed, gender, we are all one and belong to One! Sikhism teaches that His Name is superior to anything in this World. At least that is what my understanding of Gurbani is and what keeps me at peace and harmony with the world around me and that is the only real identity that will go with you and will be accepted in the other World, not your caste, race, gender, creed, country, money and other false prides.

  2. Very well done Dil. Please forgive my written English as it is a second language. I liked your article and I hope you pursue that route you have set for your studies. We need bright young people who have a good way with words and can also go out there and write an article and educate people about certain issues that are too often, sensitive. I really understand the issues described in your article as I myself am of a minority within Canada. I am a French Canadian from Quebec. Today, I was waiting in a Laundrymat in Surrey, BC. I found this magazine Desi Today! First time I was about to journey in an Indo-Canadian Magazine! While reading, I found myself remembering all the same questions and going through similar situations; am I a Quebecois? Sometimes, people ask me; “You are French?” and in a funny response I would tell them; ” I was not born in France!” Haha. Yes, I was born in Canada so I figure I am Canadian. But again,with all that has been going on with Quebec (a particular percentage and not everyone) wanting to separate from the rest of Canada, well!! And for having lived in most Canadian provinces, what of the English Canadian. Are they Canadian or British, for most English Canadian still believe in the English Monarchy.

    A lot can be said. And too many times, what could be said to another can be hurtful. I use to tell myself that at the basis of discrimination, injustice, our national identity or similar issues, one needed to understand the other. Getting to know the other’s culture so that discussion could take place and uncertainties and confusion about another’s Nationality be deciphered. But the challenge in this process is that along one’s culture come religion as well. No, how to better live our assimilation! or acceptance if I take your words in the article?

    I have been around many cultures in my life. I am 55 years and since a young boy, I wanted to see the world- I wanted to live life and live the so many cultures. So my route is quite different than yours, per choice or perhaps because I did not have the cultural background to allow myself to reach for higher studies. But again, too often, studies are in classes given by teachers who may have never been outside their own city or country. Who knows!? I have lived in the USA, in about haft a dozen European countries and as a young Volunteer, had lived in Sri Lanka for few months. So, yes, I have been around people or many languages and cultural background and learned many religions as well.

    Many times I found myself in a position that if so many cultures do exists and that so many religions and beliefs are trying to co-exists, than what?. How can this be achieved? Is this possible? Oh yes, it is. I found that there was more than to understand the other’s nationality and culture and religions,etc. Something was missing. What were the components for 2 or more different people could agree on and use that information in their life.

    To put things in perspective, I have lived in Surrey BC for few years. Low and behold, I found myself and my family landing into an Indo-Canadian community. Actually, too many time, I felt I was not really living in an Indo Canadian community but Indian and here is why? Too many people would not speak English. Too many people would not talk to me or I would find myself not getting a response if I’d say hello to various members of the East Indian community. But do not take me wrong, I love people. I really do. I am a very social and fun person. I am someone who can walk into my local bank and say hello to people and make the East Indian employees laugh and have a good chat with me. But what is it that even my closest neighbors would not speak and learn English!! As an example, I could not let my son go to a MacDonald with his good Indo Canadian young friends (who spoke English from school) but their grand parents did not speak English. What if there were Emergencies. I had to explain to my son that it was not possible as I could not give certain responsibilities to the grand parents. He found it unfair and sure I did too.

    But I liked them. I love people.
    So, what is missing? I am a religious person too and so are billions of people. So what is it?
    What causes the upsets or conflicts yet people seems to like each other or could? Here is another example. And this is everywhere in the world. I take another close to home as I live in Surrey, BC.

    In 4 years or being here, I have learned of certain customs surrounding weddings for East Indian people. And my understanding being that there are festivities happening in one’s home or perhaps parent’s home. So the actual festivities take place right in front of your house or behind or couple of house down the street. And lots of people come and go and music can be as late as midnight. Now, one would say that his is a beautiful moment as 2 Beings are marrying. That is the beautiful part. But we all know that there are bylaws and disturbing noises should not take place after specifics hours. Yet, that custom of doing festivities in one’s new home will…well in each occasion, the people did not follow the laws or rules. Last time which was less than 2 months ago, my friends where I was staying for a short while called the cops. When the noise lasted too long and being close to 23:00, I decided to go myself. I walked up to the house and spoke to the young lady and man who were married. I was badly welcomed. I interfered with their wedding festivities and was told to get off her lawn. Once I saw the cop, I walked away as this was being taken care of.

    Anyway, what I am trying to say here is that a different culture than mine was being imposed. Why did I feel that way. And this is happening with many of us because in Canada and around the world, people have different realities, different background, etc.

    I ended up with a conflict simply because they (the marrying couple) did not visit their immediate neighbors to let them know that a wedding was taking place. They did not communicate with people around them so all would be OK and noise and hours would be respected.

    So, it was a non respectful action, an absence of Ethics or morals. But again, how do we sort this out? How can the world be a better place. We all need to learn how and do the actions;

    If I may, a lot of situations can be avoided and I started seeing clearer when I came across a small booklet written by L. Ron Hubbard entitled The Way to Happiness. That book is described by the Editors as ” This may be the first nonreligious moral code based wholly on common sense”

    I use the precepts found in this book as best I can. And I still have to learn and how to use it as I love people and hate conflicts myself. As I said, it is a non-religious approach to help another.

    Well, that was a long response or reaction to your article.
    If I may, Dil, you may want to check onto this Mr Hubbard and his writings. Quite a wise fellow.
    Good luck in your studies and life.
    PS: The situations I wrote here also have taken place in other areas in Canada and the world over with similar scenarios.

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