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Below is a transcript of an intriguing speech on being a “hidden immigrant” delivered on Sept 21, 2008 at RDU Toastmasters by MaryAnne …
My name is MaryAnne Gucciardi. I am a hidden immigrant. A hidden immigrant is someone who looks the same as you, speaks the same as you, but thinks differently. I am a hidden immigrant by birth and from living overseas for most of my adult life.
I was raised outside of Boston in a second generation traditional Italian American home. My parents and grandparents spoke Italian and we followed all of the Italian traditions especially those around food and family. The most visible sign of our status was how we celebrated holidays. We had lasagna for Christmas and Thanksgiving – no turkey or ham or lamb and on Christmas eve, we had the traditional seven fish –including squid, octopus, shrimp, and baked stuffed lobster.
I spent many Sundays with my grandparents or playing with my cousins, who lived close by. I had a few friends at school, but generally my relationships were with my extended family and other Italian-Americans. Even my best friends in elementary and high school were Italian American.
While my parents thought not teaching me to speak Italian was helping me to assimilate, hanging out with Italians kept me culturally, Italian.
I suspect the unconscious ease of being in two cultures paved the way for my decision to move to Hong Kong after graduate school because, at the time, it didn’t seem like that big a deal to me.
I moved to Hong Kong with my then boyfriend, now husband, and worked for Johnson & Johnson, the baby products company. The two years we thought we were taking off from the rat race turned into four, then ten and then 15. I was one of four expatriates at J&J, and the only American. I left J&J and started a hotel supply business, which I ran for thirteen year, allowing me greater access to the local culture and the status of servicing the incomparable four and five star hotels during Asia’s boom times. I was very lucky to attend the handover of Hong Kong from British to Chinese rule in 1997 – and watch Governor Chris Patton, with Price Charles, sail out the harbor.
I had two children, and sent them to local Cantonese preschools – and they were fluent in about three months. Sending my children to Cantonese school deepened our relationships in the local Chinese community and was one of our best decisions.
In 2003, we decided to move back to the US because my parents and in-laws were aging. We were not quite ready to come straight home, so we took a year off in Italy. I wanted my children to know their ethnicity and feel Italian, as I did, and to speak the language (which I didn’t). It turned out to be a great decision – we again put the children in local schools and they were fluent by October. We made lifelong friends and had a year of rediscovery as a family.
I tell people Italy ruined us for life. The slow pace, beauty history and quality of life are unparralled.
In many ways, being a hidden immigrant is difficult. I have huge cultural gaps –if I don’t laugh at your jokes, it is not because I’m stupid, it’s because I don’t get the references.
I left the US with Cosby and came back to Desperate Housewives. I came back to HMOs, PPOs and the decline in the quality and delivery of health care. I left the core of my friendships in Hong Kong and it takes a lot of time, effort and money to maintain those relationships long distance.
My hidden immigrant status affords me a broad and balanced view of events and situations. I am slow to judge anything, because there is always more than one way to look at a situation. I’m grateful for my broad view of the world, of seeing things done a million ways and knowing there is no right ,or one, way to attack a problem.
Thank you.
MaryAnne Gucciardi
September 21, 2008