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Identity Struggles of Caroline Hwang

1) Caroline visits a Korean dry cleaner and attempts to connect with her by bowing, but the dry cleaner asks if she is Chinese and does not recognize her Korean heritage. 2) Caroline struggles with her cultural identity as the daughter of Korean immigrants. Her parents raised her to assimilate fully into American culture but she feels displaced. 3) Caroline wants to be a writer but pursued graduate studies in English at her parents' urging to please them, though it was not her passion. She later dropped out, disappointing her parents but feeling she could no longer compromise her dreams.

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Identity Struggles of Caroline Hwang

1) Caroline visits a Korean dry cleaner and attempts to connect with her by bowing, but the dry cleaner asks if she is Chinese and does not recognize her Korean heritage. 2) Caroline struggles with her cultural identity as the daughter of Korean immigrants. Her parents raised her to assimilate fully into American culture but she feels displaced. 3) Caroline wants to be a writer but pursued graduate studies in English at her parents' urging to please them, though it was not her passion. She later dropped out, disappointing her parents but feeling she could no longer compromise her dreams.

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  • The Good Daughter
  • Reflection on Identity
  • Parental Expectations and Personal Goals
  • Writing Challenge
  • Brainstorming Topic

The Good Daughter

By Caroline Hwang

The moment I waked into the dry-cleaning store, I knew the woman behind the
counter was from Korea, like my parents. To show her that we shared a heritage, and
possibly get a fellow countryman’s discount, I tilted my head forward, in shy imitation of
a traditional law.

Name? She asked, not noticing my attempted obeisance.

“Hwang.” I answered.

“Hwang? Are you Chinese?”

Her question caught me off-guard. I was used to hearing such queries from non-
Asians who thin Asians all look alike, but never from one of my own people. Of course,
the only Koreans I knew were my parents and their friends, people who’ve never asked
where I came from, since they knew better than I.

I ransacked my mind from the Korean words that would tell her who I was. It’s
always struck me as funny (in a mirthless sort of way) that I can more readily say “I am
Korean” in Spanish, German and even Latin than I can in the language of my ancestry.
In the end I told her in English.

The dry cleaning woman squinted as though trying to see past the glare of my
strangeness, repeating my surname under her breath. “Oh, Fxuang,” she said, doubling
with laughter. “You don’t know how to seak your name.”

I flinched. Perhaps I was particularly sensitive at the time, having just dropped
out of graduate school. I had torn up my map of the future, the one that said not only
where I was going but who I was. My sense of identity was already disorienting.

STOP AND THINK

How did the dry cleaner’s word affect Caroline?

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When I got home, I called my parents to ask why they had never bothered to
correct me. “Big deal”, my mother said, sounding more flippant than I knew she
intended. “So, what if you can’t pronounce your name? You are American.” She said.

Though I didn’t challenge her explanation, it left me unsatisfied. The fact is, my
cultural identity is hardly that clear-out.

My parents immigrated to this country 30 years ago, two years before I was born.
They told me often, while I was growing up, that, if I wanted to, I could be president
someday, that here my gasp would be as long as my reach.

To ensure that I reaped all the advantages of this country, my parents saw to it
that I became fully assimilated. So, like any American of my generation, I whiled away
by strolling malls and talking on the phone, rhapsodizing over Andrew McCarthy’s blue
eyes or analyzing the meaning of a certain upperclassman’s offer to ride to the
Homecoming football game.

STOP AND THINK

Write 2-3 things you learned so far about Caroline.

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To my parents, I am all American, and the sacrifices they made in leaving Korea,
including my mispronounced name, pale in comparison to the opportunities those
sacrifices gave me. They do not see that I straddle two cultures, nor that I feel displaced
in the only country I know. I identify with Americans, but Americans do not identify with
me. I’ve never known what it’s like to belong to a community- neither one at large, nor of
an extended family. I know more about Europe than the continent my ancestors
unmistakably come from. I sometimes wonder, as I did that day in the dry cleaner’s, if I
would be happier person had my parents stayed in Korea.

At first I began to consider this thought around the time I decided to go to


graduate school. It had been a compromise: my parents wanted me to go to law school;
I wanted to skip the starched-collar track and be a writer-the hungrier the better. But
after 20-some years of following their wishes and meeting all of their expectations, I
couldn’t bring myself to disobey or disappoint. A writing career is riskier than law, I
remember thinking. If I am failure and my life is a washout, then what does that makes
my parents’ lives?

I know that many of my friends had to choose between pleasing their parents
and being true to themselves. But for the children of immigrants, the choice seems more
complicated a happy outcome impossible. By making the biggest move of their lives for
me, my parents indentured me to the largest debt imaginable—I owe them the
fulfillment of their hopes for me.

It tore me up inside to suppress my dream, but I went to school for Ph.D. in


English Literature, thinking I have found the perfect compromise. I would be able to
write at least about books while pursuing a graduate degree. Predictably, it didn’t work
out. How could I labor for five years in a program I had no passion for? When I finally
left school, my parents were disappointed, but since it wasn’t what they wanted me to
do, they weren’t devastated. I, on the other hand, felt I was staring at the bathroom of
the abyss. I had seen the flaw in my life of halfwayness, in my planned life of
compromises.

I haven’t thought about my love life, but I have a vague plan to make
concessions there, too. Tough they raised me as an American, my parents expect me
to marry someone Korean and give them grandchildren who look like them. This didn’t
seem like such a huge request when I was 14, but now I don’t know what I’m going to
do. I’ve never been in love with someone I dated, or dated someone I loved. As I near
the age when the question of marriage stalks every relationship, I can’t help but wonder
if my parents expectations are responsible for the lack of passion in my life.

My parents didn’t want their daughter to be Korean, but they don’t want her fully
American, either. Children of immigrants are living paradoxes. We are the first
generation and the last. We are in this country for its opportunities, yet filial duty binds
us. When my parents boarded the plane, they knew they were embarking on a rough
trip. I don’t think they imagined the rocks in the path of their daughter who can’t even
pronounced her own name.

STOP AND THINK

Why does Caroline consider “the rocks in the path” of her life?

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Writing challenge

A. Compare. What have you learned about Caroline? What have you learned about her
parents?

Caroline wants to be… The Hwang want Caroline to be…


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B. LIMIT THE TOPIC. Think about a topic to write about. Make the topic something
about finding an identity. Then write in the circle your topic. And in the boxes, write
supporting ideas about your topic.
Topic

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Caroline Hwang’s reflection on her life choices, including her educational and relationship decisions, contributes to understanding identity struggles among first-generation Americans by highlighting the difficulty of aligning parental expectations with personal desires. Her narrative sheds light on the pressures to succeed according to immigrant parental standards while simultaneously grappling with her own ambitions in pursuing creative passions. It reveals the identity struggle to reconcile these conflicting ideals, emphasizing the unique challenges of self-discovery and authenticity in the face of bicultural pressures specific to first-generation immigrants .

The concept of 'halfwayness' in Caroline Hwang's narrative exemplifies the immigrant experience by capturing the dual identities often expected from children of immigrants. For Caroline, this manifests in her career path, her relationships, and her cultural affiliations. The idea of 'halfwayness' indicates the compromises she makes—pursuing a Ph.D. instead of law or writing, and considering marrying a Korean to satisfy her parents' expectations—reflecting the balancing act between personal desires and familial obligations. This struggle is inherent in the immigrant experience, where maintaining cultural roots and embracing a new cultural identity can result in feeling like an outsider in both .

Caroline Hwang's narrative illustrates the challenges of bicultural identity through her experiences of juggling linguistic differences, cultural norms, and personal aspirations. She depicts the constant balancing act required to navigate between her American upbringing and Korean heritage, leading to experiences of alienation and pressure from both cultures. Her inability to fully immerse herself in either identity reflects the broader trials faced by children of immigrants who must reconcile parental cultural expectations with their own lived experiences in a different societal context, often feeling neither fully accepted nor understood by either community .

Caroline’s internal conflict embodies the dual narrative of achieving the 'American Dream' that often exists within immigrant families. While her parents immigrated to the U.S. for better opportunities and instilled in her the possibility of limitless success (e.g., becoming president), her deviation from a conventional career path (law) toward a more uncertain future in writing sparks tension. This reflects the struggle to honor her parents’ sacrifices and fulfill the promise of the 'American Dream' while also seeking personal fulfillment and authentic self-expression, thus highlighting the sometimes conflicting interpretations of what success means in an immigrant context .

Caroline Hwang's feelings of displacement highlight the broader themes of belonging and identity prevalent in immigrant narratives by demonstrating the tension between ancestral heritage and cultural assimilation. Her narrative reveals the internal and external conflicts of trying to adhere to familial expectations while also adapting to the values of the host country. This dual existence often leads to a sense of not fully belonging anywhere, typified by her life experiences and personal reflections on identity, which mirror the common immigrant experience of not being fully accepted within either cultural framework .

Cultural assimilation plays a crucial role in shaping Caroline Hwang’s identity and her relationship with her parents by creating a sense of dual belonging and expectation. Her parents ensured she assimilated to American culture to access greater opportunities, yet this assimilation created a wedge between her traditional Korean values and her American experiences. This dual identity shapes her perception of self and leads to tension in fulfilling her parents’ expectation of maintaining Korean social norms, such as career choice and marriage partner, while living an American lifestyle that does not fully resonate with their cultural values .

Caroline faces dilemmas regarding her future family life, particularly with marriage and parenthood, as she grapples with her parents' expectation to marry a Korean and have children who resemble their cultural heritage. These expectations reflect broader challenges for children of immigrants, where personal desires can conflict with the ingrained sense of duty towards preserving cultural traditions and satisfying parental aspirations. This internal conflict further complicates Caroline’s own pursuit of happiness and personal authenticity, illustrating the common immigrant child's experience of navigating filial obligations versus individual aspirations .

Caroline Hwang's parents influence her education and career by instilling the value of pursuing stable, respectable careers typical of traditional immigrant aspirations, such as law. Her attempt to split the difference by pursuing a Ph.D. in English Literature instead of fully embracing her passion for writing highlights her internal conflict between fulfilling her own aspirations and meeting her parents’ expectations. This influence profoundly affects her sense of self by making her feel indebted to their sacrifices, yet unable to completely chart her own path without feeling guilty or disloyal, thereby exacerbating her identity crisis .

Language significantly impacts Caroline Hwang's perception of her cultural identity as it represents her ability—or inability—to connect with her ethnic heritage. Her struggle and embarrassment in pronouncing her own surname correctly in Korean makes her feel alienated and underscores the disconnection from her Korean roots. This language barrier both symbolizes and intensifies her identity struggle, reinforcing the idea that she is not fully accepted within her own cultural community, nor does she fully embody the American identity she was raised with .

Caroline Hwang's experience at the dry-cleaner's highlights her struggle with cultural identity by showing how disconnected she feels from her Korean heritage. When she attempts to communicate in Korean to establish a connection, she is met with misunderstanding and laughter from the dry-cleaner, illustrating both her attempts to claim her Korean identity and the barriers she faces. This interaction exacerbates her feelings of alienation not only from the Korean culture she partially identifies with but also from the American culture in which she was raised, as it leaves her questioning her sense of belonging and recognition from her own ethnic community .

The Good Daughter 
By Caroline Hwang
The moment I waked into the dry-cleaning store, I knew the woman behind the
counter was
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correct  me.  “Big  deal”,  my  mother said, sound
remember thinking. If I am failure and my life is a washout, then what does that makes
my parents’ lives?
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Writing challenge
A. Compare. What have you learne
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