Intended publication: The Index
A Family Girl
“I’m an open
book. There is no such thing as getting too personal,”
Mele says to me as she reassures my fears about being biased by writing
about her as a friend. It becomes clear that there isn’t any personal topic
from her life story that is off limits to talk about. It’s close to midnight
and we are sitting in her freshman dorm room, her roommate absent and at the
library, and her laptop rests on her desk and there is a webpage opened to her
Facebook profile. She has thirty-two notifications that haven’t been checked
yet. Mele sits cross-legged,
comfortable on a pink beanbag chair, and above her is a series of picture
collages. Some show the faces many brown skinned, dark haired people smiling
happily into the camera, hugging each other. I assume that the pictures are
snapshots of large family gatherings.
A large poster of Tupac floats on the wall right above the pillows on her
bed, surrounded by smaller pictures, swirly designs and symbols that look like
a shrine. She’s a bonafide Cali girl, for sure. We talk animatedly about a
hundred different things, what new techniques is she learning in her
Documentary Film class, whether or not we can get a big group together to walk
to a club in downtown Kalamazoo that caters to the under-21 crowd on Thursdays,
before we she begins talking about her family.
Mele Makalo is the youngest of six children, and grew up having to
navigate the intricate social dynamic of being the baby amongst four older
brothers and a sister. The most important parts of her life, faith, family,
education and ethnic culture constitute parts of her identity.
“All my identities are interrelated.
Because I value my culture I value my faith, because I value my faith I value
my family, because I value my family I value my education,” she notes.
Mele is from a low-income community in Ingleside California, and a Mormon,
but prefers to be called a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day
Saints, I assume because of the negative connotations associated with being
Mormon, like stereotypes of polygamy and religious fundamentalism. She’s the
first in her family to attend a four-year college, and her parents emigrated
from Tonga a little over 30 years ago, and made a home for her family in the U.S.
Situated in the South Pacific Ocean, Tonga is a chain of over a hundred islands
and rests in between New Zealand and Hawaii. Also, its no surprise that a
country which provides free and mandatory education for its citizens and
scholarships for foreign secondary and post-secondary study abroad and whose
economy is dependant upon remittances from the large population of diaspora
living in Australia, New Zealand and the United States boasts over a 98%
literacy rate.
According to Mele, woman hold high social status relative to men. One
important traditional cultural practice gives the oldest sister in a family the
power to name the future children of her younger siblings. Being the oldest
sister means upholding a strong feminine presence within the extended family,
as well. In Tongan tradition the Fahu is the oldest sister of your father, and
is often blessed with the gift of gratitude from the family at every event,
weddings, funerals and other celebrations. When I asked about her fraternal
aunt, Mele’s face lights up,
“She is
praised. Big stuff! She’s really important.”
When I ask
whether her oldest sister will be the Fahu of her immediate family, she looks
uncertain.
“We don’t
practice Fahu because my father believes all family is important.”
I first met Mele at a Black Student Organization meeting at the beginning
of the Fall term, and I introduced myself because I wanted to get to know the
new fresh faces of diversity at Kalamazoo College. I, like many others probably
couldn't quite place her ethnicity before she told me she was Tongan. I once
made the mistake of referring to her as Polynesian to another student, and was
promptly chastised for the slight misrepresentation of her cultural identity. Mele
has one of those unique voices that can immediately command your attention. She
doesn’t speak softly for anyone’s delicate sensibilities, because she keeps it
real. She doesn’t even need to open her mouth for others to be intimidated in
her presence. Often, when I ask other students on campus to talk to me about
their first impressions of Mele they all sing the same tune of,
“She is so cool!” While still a first
year, she travels in and out of culture cliques and social circles with ease,
displaying a maturity and openness to frank discussions about nearly anything
with members of her own class standing and seniors alike. I once overheard
someone say that it’s easy for Mele to become friends with everyone on this
campus because she is literally the only one of her kind around on a majority
white campus.
Mele says that she gets that inherent realness from her mother, Olga.
“My mom is
very blunt, I learned how to be real from her.” Although Mele confesses that
she didn’t inherit her mother’s culinary skills.
“My mom,
she’s a bomb cook too, she puts it down! I think that's my downfall. Because
she’s known around the way as a bomb cooker, and I don’t have those skills. I
guess I’m known for my smarts.”
Mele’s voice changes to a warmer tone when the conversation travels to
talking about her parents.
“My dad is a
huge reason why I work as hard as I do.” She gets her work ethic from her
parents, and grew up learning not the make the same mistakes of her older brothers
and sister.
“My siblings
were always the ones f’ing up.” She expresses with a laugh.
“Growing up,
we only had one car,” she reveals over the phone almost a week later after her
first time opening up to me about her family.
“My dad, my
whole life has always held two full time jobs. My parents never told us how we
were struggling financially and they were frustrated but always found a way to
pay the bills.”
Mele’s dad
Siosaia is 59 years old and worked at a warehouse to support the family while
Olga was a stay at home mother and wife, who knitted quilts in her spare time
to earn extra money. Mele’s mother sacrificed a social life to take care of her
family, and her dad sacrificed being close to his side of the family to move to
California so that Olga could be around her
family.
A mind socialized by Western gender traditions and social codes would
take a little more time to understand the complexity of the relationship
between her mother and father.
“Tongan
culture is weird like that. Women are valued, and that is different from other
cultures.” I thought back to our first conversation, when Mele mused how as a
girl she wasn’t allowed to hang around boys out of respect for the Tongan
tradition of Faka’Apa'Apa, which literally means respect between genders.
Growing up “felt
weird because it was hard to find someone to chill with,” she remarks. So she
built a strong interpersonal relationship with her mother. In the course of our
short conversation I become immediately aware that Mele is fiercely protective
of her family. That same insight lead me to believe that when Mele talks about family,
she isn’t just referring to her blood relations but to her interpersonal
relationships on campus with friends. In my many social interactions with Mele,
I have often noticed that when any event, celebration or personal issue comes
up, Mele is often the first to volunteer, offer to give or extend a helping
hand.
She once
attended my twenty-second birthday party at an expensive restaurant, even
though she couldn’t afford to go. Like many others, I can’t help but feel that
I am a part of Mele’s multiple extended family that crosses state lines and
color or culture boundaries in the short time that I’ve known her.
“I have a
very tough shell, but deep inside I have a very big heart for others, I put my
family first. I don’t get butt hurt by things, but if you cross my family or my
loved ones then it's a wrap.”
You could call Mele’s descriptions of her family traditions and customs a
culture in its own right. You could even see her as one of those unique people
who can find family virtually anywhere, and often proves herself time and again
by sticking up for them.
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