
My name is Jean Dimaano. I was born in the Philippines and migrated to Guam when I just turned 12 years old. While growing in the Philippines, I would be called and teased names related to my fair colored skin (unlike a “typical brown colored skin” of Filipinos). My parents told me that our ancestors were not only Filipino but we have Spanish and Chinese bloodline…
Let’s back track… Let me give a brief summary of my homeland Philippines. Philippines was conquered by the Spanish, Japanese, and United States. Later United States liberated Philippines and a Mutual Defense Treaty was signed in August 30, 1951 and were agreed upon both countries that if in the event that one country was to be attacked, they will support each other. One reason why there are US military bases around Philippines.

In the Philippines, I remember I used to go outside the house everyday and play with my cousins. We always have family gathering (with extended relatives) when it comes to holiday and celebrate it as a family. This is the time, we talk to our elders such as grandparents and uncles and aunties. I remember using telephone (with cord) but not allowed to use it for long. I watch television but not for long also. Majority of my memories was playing with my cousins using our imaginations. It was fun childhood I have to admit.
I have relatives all around the world, but one thing that my relatives had instill in me that was America was the land of opportunity. When my mom told me that we were being petitioned and will be living in US (Guam), I felt very sad as I had to say goodbye to my classmates and scared because I do not know what to expect in this new country with new people and new surroundings.

Eventually, we migrated to live with my father in Guam… a “US soil” and life goes on for me… this girl who just turned 12 years old was about to enter 6th grade (middle school life). My first year in middle school was tough…. I was teased and bullied and was called “FOB” (I’m sure majority knows what this stands for “Fresh of the Boat”). I understand English but was not versed and comfortable in speaking. I made friends as well as enemies in school. It was one of the great and worse experience. During this period, I experienced being a victim of racism. People does not like me just because I am FOB and from Philippines. I eventually learned to fight back and stand up for myself and friends so they would leave me alone. I fought not with different ethnic background who bullied me but ironically Filipino who was born and raised on Guam who looks at me as if I was nobody because I barely speak English. This was confusing for me at that age. My new friends were the same as me, “FOB’s” and they are still my friends up to this day.

Years passed by, I became westernized. I inherited westernized culture and ways. I picked it up easily I would say. I was exposed with westernized education system. I speak English, learned to dressed up “cool”, listen to westernized type of music, colored my hair…

After high school, I pursued my college education because my mother told me that education is wealth and cannot be taken away from me. I was also consumed with my personal achievements as we live in a money-based economy… “if you want something, you must work and earn money”… this is another westernized mentality I must admit I continuously have acquired.
When I was an undergrad student, I remember having Tagalog 101 class and I would argue with my “Ginang”- my professor (“Mrs”) regarding my grades. I know I speak fluent Tagalog, however, when test score comes in I sometimes won’t get A’s but B’s… I would argue this and say I can literally speak in Tagalog so why am I getting B’s… My Ginang would jokingly say ” You are a fake Filipina” because I pretty much grew up in US and have not been taught how to properly use the native language. She explains certain phrases and even how to say dates and I was surprised that I did not really know lots of details. I did not know of this not until I had Tagalog class.

Being a single mother, a social work student (classes I have taken that educated me to include this class), and a social worker, I have learned about the concept of decolonization and how colonization affects not just the person but the entire community. I have learned that I am a product of colonization as a non-indigenous person who call Guam my home. I highly respect Chamorro people and love the diversity in Guam.

As an adult, who continuously is learning about the concept of decolonization, I know how to look back and respect my elder and their history. My grandmother who I miss dearly. I am not who I am and where I am without her. I wish to learn more from her.

No matter what the past is… it is who we are…. we look and appreciate and learn from past mistake…

Family. I have been raised and taught that family is very important.

What is our rights in a colonized country? A lot is a privilege… it can always be taken away… education and advocating for the oppressed ones are important to decolonized ones mindset.
This class made me think deep into my roots. I have not really thought about the different issues around the world and also realized that I AM a product of colonization. Everything and everyone is affected by colonization whether this is through education, healthcare, family system, political/justice system, etc. As a social worker, this will help me be better … to respect and be understanding to the indigenous people.
People will ask me who I am and where I am from. I would answer by saying I am Filipino born in the Philippines but raised in Guam. I wish to learn more about the Philippines. I do not know much about the history, politics, healthcare system, and education system. Depending where in the Philippines, if it’s in City, they strive for better opportunities while people living in provinces, some may see it differently where some may still be contented with their way of living.. not so much into money based economy where they live by farming, fishing, and planting. I love my homeland but Guam is home.
