Mix-Cultured Vagabonds

Jhumpa Lahiri 's short story "The Interpreter of Maladies" tells the adventure of American Indian families who play the role of tourists in their hometown. The Das family itself is Indian, but the experience of being born and raised in the United States weakened their cultural background. Families do not belong to both cultures, as the Das family symbolizes the mixture of American and Indian cultures. The Das family is Indian, but they have integrated into American culture.

Identity is an interesting thing. I am confused about what I am and who I am. Mixed-blooded identity in the United States is a troublesome past and contemporary pop culture has just begun to explore (see Fox Star, Trevinoor's crime, logical "AfricAryan"). For centuries ethnic mixing was illegal in the United States. In 1967 when my parents were born, the Supreme Court legalized the marriage of foreigners at the federal level in a lawsuit against Virginia state Rabing versus Virginia. This decision overturned the state law prohibiting marriage between races - the premise of including the multiethnic children in the world is "cruel" and "immoral". I did not think it was cruel as my parents fell in love and created life, but for a long time the country and its culture were different.

America is a crucible of a mixture of race, nation and culture. Nonetheless, the first generation Americans found themselves at the intersection of accepting "Americans" - eliminating the connection between some ethnic groups and cultures, and informing their ancestral culture and contact I will keep in touch. I never felt such a conflict before I was 13 or 14. To be Indian is as natural and important as an American. There is no struggle; I am proud of two aspects of my identity. The situation changed when I was a high school student. I looked at the color, paid attention to the names of "strange" and "citizen", and started to compare myself with my colleagues. I am from a diverse city with a large population of South Asia, but still I feel strange. For people of color it feels difficult in the traditional "white" American home. But why is the US always white in my head?