Real cute story on NPR this morning (part of the StoryCorps series) about a man named Ramon Sanchez who recalls how, during the 1950s while he was growing up, all the teachers tried to anglicize his name to Raymond. This got me thinking about all the poor Hardicks and Shitangs and Ashfaqs out there and the struggles they must have faced growing up. Even the Poojas probably had a tough time. Anyways, the punchline of the story is TOTALLY worth it so take a listen.
Since kindergarten he’d been known as Ramon. “Rrrrrramon,” he says with a thick roll of the R.
But when he got to the second grade, his name was Americanized. “Everyone was calling me Raymond.”
“On the playground, in the classroom. Raymond! Hey, Raymond! Hey, Raymond!” he says.
And it wasn’t just his name that got changed.
“If there was a girl named Maria, her name became Mary. Juanita became Jane,” he says. [Link]