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Meeting with NISGUA seemed like a fitting way to start our travel seminar. We were going to meet a former Border Studies student, from Oberlin nonetheless, and see how she was moving forward after college. It was also going to be a look into how one can use their privilege of US citizenship in a potentially productive manner in another country. This was an exciting way to begin after already spending a lot of time questioning my passport privilege and wondering if it is possible to do solidarity work in countries other than my own.  

This first platíca was in english, so it took a little while before it hit me: spanish. I would need much better spanish to work with NISGUA. What help could I be if I couldn’t even effectively communicate with the people I was trying to work with? This feeling of dread was solidified in our next meeting with HIJOS as I struggled to understand what was happening around me.  Afterwards, getting someone to review the points of what had just been talked about felt wrong.   I thought back to readings that we had done for Katie’s class that spoke of the importance of hearing people’s experiences first hand.  Was getting a translation comparable to hearing the HIJOS members speak? Was this first hand or second hand communication? 

This theme of language continued to manifest itself in different ways throughout my time in Guatemala and Mexico. I continued to wonder how much I was missing. I worried that the people we were meeting with could tell that I could not fully understand what they were saying to me; that every time we met eyes they could not see interest and focus, but fear. When people from home asked me in emails about the people that we met, I felt almost guilty telling them about conversations, much of which had been recapped for me. I felt like I was co-opting the experiences of the students who had translated or summarized for me, as if only hearing was enough to make it my own, and that experiencing a person without their words was not.  The question still stood: did it still count as a first hand experience if someone had to translate it for or explain it to me? This was complicated by the fact that in some of the communities that we visited, some members did not speak spanish, but indigenous dialects that were translated into spanish by others, and that for some reason, I did not question if this was getting a second hand experience. I only did so with english.

Now, back in the United States, I am thinking more about the role that language plays as I navigate sharing my travel experiences with others.  I have questioned whether or not, even if my spanish were stronger and I had gathered the majority of our platícas on my own, it be truly accurate to now convey that story to others who had not been there in english. Through this thought process, I have begun to see that my discomfort is not with having people translate things that I do not understand for me, but with the english language, one that is so associated with the power relations we have been studying.  The real question is not of translation but of what an effective and appropriate way is to share the stories of people effected by issues of power and oppression in a language that presidential candidate Rick Santorum said Puerto Ricans need to learn if they want statehood.