The history of the Hmong refugees coming to the United States is well documented. It was not always easy. I was living in Manitowoc Wisconsin during the early years of the refugees coming to the area, and did some volunteer work. I thought I’d share a few of my memories, rather than write a definitive history, about the Hmong among us.
Much like a marriage,things nearly as smooth and seamless as people hoped. However, with much perseverance and hard work on the parts of both the refugees and the locals, things worked as well as anything involving vastly different cultures and heritage can work out.
Simple things like figuring out birthdays for the children. This involved dentists, because no one was sure just when a child was born. Birthdays just weren’t a thing in their culture and in the US birthdays are everything. Every paper you fill out requires a birth date.
Bathrooms were an issue, at the schools somechildren would go outside to use the bushes rather than the indoor toilets. Doorknobs were even tricky. Snow and cold and prejudice and infighting among the groups themselves were a problem. Doctors were a huge problem.
My own personal doctor had a waiting room full of Hmong. He was one of the few physicians in the area that agreed to not perform an autopsy. This was vey important to the Hmong as it went against all their traditions and beliefs. If an autopsy was performed, the ghost of the dead person would come back to claim another life. I am sure it is far more detailed than my simple explanation, but my doctor would rather not schedule an autopsy than have the families stay away from Western style physicians.
There were other issues, not so apparent in very conservative Manitowoc Wisconsin. There were issues with gay people, with women going to school, with religion and abuse by non Hmong of the less socially savvy Hmong. I moved away over 20 years ago, so I don’t know how things have eventually turned out.
I had a friend that worked closely with the Hmong, and she would sell the lovely needlework for which the Hmong are still well known. While I loved the traditional maze like patterns, I also enjoyed the picture needlework. This was not traditional. Instead the Hmong had copied pictures from school books and coloring books, creating an entirely new form of cultural expression.
I bought many needlework pillows and wall hangings from my friend, but what I treasure most are these picture wall hangings.
My favorite shows the story of how they came to the internment camps.
The story starts with the Hmong helping the United States, which is why they were brought here as refugees. Their support of the United States meant they were marked for extermination.
The Hmong had a dangerous journey to safety. Here they are putting on children’s type floats to make a dangerous water crossing. Not all made it.
The Hmong were attacked even as they tried to cross to safety.
The Hmong then made it to refugee camps, their next step to their new life in the United States.
I also own several picture embroideries of what traditional Hmong life was like before the move to Wisconsin. They were farmers, and lived a very rural life. The adjustment was difficult, but it was felt that we “owed them” for their help to the United States during a very difficult time in our own history.
The Hmong are a good example of how we can enable refugees to come to the United States. Most groups were sponsored by churches, and it is many churches that are offering to sponsor Syrian refugees to the United States. The differences in culture and heritage and traditions will be very difficult to over come. Liberal groups may find the conservative viewpoints of some refugees very hard to accept.
No they probably won’t be supportive of feminism. They might treat animals, females and gays in ways reflective of their upbringing, not ours. They also might complain. Refugees at the internment camp near where my husband works in Amsterdam have gone on hunger strikes because they dislike the food. Also men don’t feel they should help clean the camp, as that is women’s work. They dislike having gay volunteers come to the camp, as they don’t want them around their children. This doesn’t make them bad people, it makes them people that have been raised and educated in a manner not in keeping with a new modern Holland. Remember, not long ago women working ,and people being openly gay, were also problems for the average citizen of Amsterdam.
We just can’t be open and accepting of people that reflect our own beliefs or background. We can’t expect those coming here to immediately accept our own open views. These views are still pretty new even to the United States. The story of the “Good Samaritan” isn’t that we should help someone in need, it’s that we should help EVERYONE in need. It’s never easy, but then nothing well worth doing is easy.