Like all people, we perceive the version of reality that our culture communicates. Like others having or living in more than one culture, we get multiple, often opposing messages. The coming together of two self-consistent but habitually incomparable frames of reference causes un choque, a cultural collision.
Interpretation
The quote discusses how cultural backgrounds shape our perception of reality, leading to conflicts when different cultures collide.
Gloria E. Anzaldua reflects on the influence of culture in shaping our understanding of reality. When individuals are exposed to multiple cultural perspectives, they may receive conflicting messages that challenge their usual way of thinking. This cultural intersection can lead to a 'cultural collision' or 'choque', where two distinct frames of reference meet, highlighting the complexities of identity and perception shaped by diverse cultural experiences.
In practice
In a multicultural training session, this quote can illustrate the impact of diverse cultural backgrounds on individual perspectives.
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