Over this year's Thanksgiving Break, I like millions of other college student went home for the week to spend it with my family in Northern Virginia. Every year, my Aunt Almaz hosts our annual Thanksgiving Day dinner at her house. The reason it's been so for the past ten years is to commerate the day her children first arrived in the States from Eritrea. She has two children, the oldest a girl named Samrawit who is not 22, and the younger named Robiel who will be 19 in a few months. When they first arrived here they were both pre-teens who barely knew English, but still fascinated and eager to pick up every ounce of American culture from their 3 cousins, both my brothers and I. Just three years late, in the summer of 2006, my family and I took our summer trip to Eritrea for about 3 months. Samrawit had come with us, but for the reason of just visiting is what I had assumed at the time. Towards the end of our vacation, I had discovered that she would not be returning back home with the rest of my family. Three months had passed, and she still had not come back, then a year flew by, and still no sign of return. Then it was four, and my mind still couldnt find out as to why no one had told me that she would be permantely living there. I would constantly ask my relatives at every holiday party, how is Samrawit? When is she coming,? The replies I got still left me very ambigous as to what the reality of the situation was. Finally in fall of 2011, five years later, I saw my cousin for the first time. It felt that nearly a lifetime had gone by since the last time we spoke. The last time I had seen her I was 11, and now was 16. Much had changed since our last encounter. Her brother was now off attending a boarding school in West Virginia, and her mother had split from her past boyfriend. It was a delightful and much deserved reunion for the both of us, however it wasnt till a couple days ago that we truely got to rekindle. With upcoming finals week just around the corner, I asked if I could study in her room to find refuge from all of my screaming little cousins in the other room. Our conversation started off with small-talk, but then we started to discuss Eritrean politics together and the current situation of the country, which further escalated to her surprisingly coming out to me, and telling me that she had been queer since the age of 14. She had described to me that it was intially feelings of bisexuality, but then after having a serious relationship in Eritrea, she realized she was a lesbian. My mind went blank, I was suprised and shocked that I hadn't known earlier. She finally revealed to me the reason why she had left, mainly being because of a bad substance abuse problem she had developed in her younger years. After being caught several times, her mother felt that sending her back to Eritrea would "set her straight" , as my parents would say. Despite the innuendo of that phrase, her mother did not know at that point that she was gay. I asked her further, why she had stayed there for the amount she did. She told me that in fact her mother had intended for her to return earlier, but it was Samrawit's relationship with her girlfriend that was making her stay. She would make excuses to not return, saying that she wanted to continue school or find a job in Eritrea. She told me that this woman had been the love of her life. I asked, "how did you both, you know, get together?" The reason as to why it was so mind blowing that this was happening was because Eritrean culture would never permit them to be openly public about their relationship, but to my dismay and ignorance I was wrong. She told me they had no problem showing affection in public, nor even cared about others perceptions for that matter. I had discovered there was a whole gay culture within Eritrea that existed. Of course it was not discussed about or publicized, but it was there. Unfortunately, their relationship came to an end, and shortly after Samrwait returned back to the US. I asked if she had told her mother about it. She told me she did one night after coming home. Her mother and her had gotten into a heated arguement. Out of rage and restlessness she revealed to her the truth. My cousin told me her mother shed tears that she had never seen before. How did she cope with the news I asked. Samarawit responded, " After that she would try and change my mind by talking about how cute or attractive this boy was, or trying to set her up with boys she thought she would like". Essentially trying to avoid any way of acceptance. I then asked if any other family members knew about her orientation, she told me she had only selected a few of my aunts and uncles to reveal it to. Most of them were in their 30s and early 40s, a lot younger than my parents. I'm pretty sure the reason as to why she felt she could confide in them is because they, unlike my parents have taken on the job to fully assimilate themselves into American culture. By that I mean, they have intergrated themselves with what is going on with mainstream America, whether it be the fashion, music, news, issues, etc. that are relevant to the youth of today. They may have not necessarily agreed with her choice, but she knew they would at least have a better understanding then my parents would have, which turned out to be true. My aunt's and uncles did support her, although one of them struggles to come to terms with it. My parents still do not know, and because of the way she viewed them, that may or may not have influenced her decision to tell me. My family is very much divided on the current state of Eritrea. Much of the younger generation that were born there view the President, Isias Afwerke as a dictator because of the extreme measures that it takes to leave the country. The only people that support him are my parents, which is due to the reason that most of their friends they grew up with were killed in the war of Independence or migrated to the states. They do not have close friends living their currently, expressing to them the true conditions of what is occuring. So their support for the president has marginilized them in implicit ways from the rest of the family. My mother and father are viewed as the conservative ones in the family because of this, and this is probably one of the various reasons she chose not to speak to them about it. I wanted to further our conversation until my Aunt Almaz and mother opened the door. I had been sitting on Samrawit's floor, while she lay on the bed. Her mother welcomed me with kisses and hugs, and kept raving at my new haircut. My hair had grown a lot longer since the last time she saw me and I wore it straight. I was dressed up, more than the usual for the holiday, with makeup and boots on. She stroked my hair and kept raving about how nice I looked to Samrawit. Basically applauding my hyper- feminity in constrast to her casual braided hair, My hair was straight and long which showed appropriating whitness was a sign of femininty. Samrawit was dressed comfortably, just as any individual would be in their own room, with a t shirt, no makeup, and loose fitted jeans. Her mother was referring to me as some kind of examplary that Samrawit should try to strive to emulate, depsite the fact I'm four years younger. Saying things such as "look how long her hair is, you should try and take care of your hair like that." It left me in a very uncomfortable state because I knew exactly at what she was trying to hint at. Almaz's desire to do this was probably to shift her daughter's exterior to a hyper-femine look, in order that she would develop a hyper-femine interior mindset as well, and rid her of her homosexuality. I was seen as the role-model child, because much of what I show my family during the seldom occasions I see them is an articulate, well-mannered, studious, and average eighteen year old girl. None of my personal mishaps or mistakes have been revealed to them, which gives them reason to believe I'm always the "Innocent one." In no way do I mean to say I dont ever make mistakes, but I chose to reserve certain aspects of my life. I was in college, and Samrawit was not, I had never been caught with substances, which Samrawit had, I was assumed to be straight, which Samrawit was not. All of these binaries revealed themselves to me the more Almaz and my mother talked. I was the star child, a position I never wanted nor wanted to accept as the truth. My assumed heterosexuality with the unintentional ways I chose to present myself, gave me the upper hand over her.
After they left, Samrawit told me further how her relationship with her mother had been further strained with her mother's new boyfriend. She had still held feelings for her ex back home as well, which led to even more stress. Fortunately, she would be moving out in a week into her own apartment. I felt relieved for her that not only was she able to vent to me, but that she would have a place of refuge from all the chaos. My talk with her had been far more than expected, but a beautiful way to end my Thanksgiving night.