The Decline Of Vietnamese Roots Within Vietnamese-Americans

What do I mean by decline of Vietnamese roots within Vietnamese-Americans?  Well, what I mean is how quickly so many Vietnamese-Americans are losing their ways, which means that it is no longer proper to call them Vietnamese people anymore, just Americans. Now I’ve been thinking about writing a post like this for a while, because I’m noticing it happen way too much, like every time I go into a Vietnamese restaurant, I get annoyed by the parents who keep talking English to their child. A recent discussion with my friend about Greek mythology and classicism led to me thinking about how it was revived during the periods of the Renaissance and Neoclassicism. Those cultures fell apart, but was eventually brought back. We are closing in towards abandonment of Vietnamese culture in the Americas, and I can tell you why with two reasons.


Seriously, there is nothing that ticks me off the more than this. I mean, the blame of our generation of Vietnamese-Americans not understanding Vietnamese should be put on the parents.  I hear the parents of those children blurt out pitiful excuses such as saying that they are afraid the child will have a hard time comprehending the English language. Geez, my first language was Vietnamese. Then, I have parents saying that they don’t have the time or expenses to be enrolling their child in Vietnamese classes. At Vietnamese classes, you learn how to write and read, history, geography, etc.  So even if the child is unable to read or write in Vietnamese, they should at least be able to talk because the parents are Vietnamese, which means that should be the language that the parents are talking to them with supposedly, right?  But no. Parents would rather talk to the child with an English language that is so hard to hear, some would rather not hear at all.  And please, don’t tell me that since one of the spouses is of a different race means that the child doesn’t have to learn Vietnamese. I have a friend that is even more fluent than I am, and he’s only half-Vietnamese.  Continue reading