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And I've seen immigrants and exchange faculty/students/visitors in the US.
I've been asked about drive-by shootings, and how bad is it having the Mafia run things, what about the troops in the street; I've been asked to take sister-city exchange folks to see my apt., figuring that I was more average than their hosts, or they'd point to a map and say, Take me there ... and there--unable to believe that the city wasn't mostly destitute ghettos with massively overcrowded apartments, and poor, empty, run down stores. My roommate, working in maintenance, said he had to fix stoves on which immigrant families had built cookfires.
And this was the 1980s, when I lived off of Cal Young Road, a bit west of Coburg Road. In Eugene.
Many of them know only of America what they see in the movies. Which means they're like us. The stereotypes and misconceptions were horrible, esp. among those that didn't know English. Those that are fluent in English know more, those that have lived here know more. It's held true in Poland, in the Czech Republic, in Russian, and among the Macedonians I've known.
Frequently assuming we're all just the same gets you part of the way. But we're not always all just the same: sometimes it's as bad a mistake to assume we're the same as it is to assume we're completely different. And the differences can be surprising, and sometimes deeply color our (or their) perceptions and assumptions.
I'd get involved in either the Eugene-Irkutsk or Japan sister-city programs, or see about starting a sister-city relation with a city in another country. I'm personally having trouble keeping up with what I need to know for reading the newspaper, and working in Slavic studies. That leaves maybe 150 countries, and a couple thousand cultures, off my radar.
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