The American Spirit in the Writings of Americans of Foreign Birth
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The American Spirit in the Writings of Americans of Foreign Birth
American literature; Americanization; Noncitizens -- United States
The exceptions in English grammar seemed to be more than the rules.
The difference between the conventional and the actual sounds of
such words as “victuals” and “colonel” seemed to me to be perfectly
scandalous. The letter _c_ is certainly a superfluity in the English
language; it is never anything else but either _k_ or _s_. In my native
language, the Arabic, the accent is always put as near the end of the
word as possible; in the English, as near the beginning as possible.
Therefore, in using my adopted tongue, I was tossed between the two
extremes and very often “split the difference” by taking a middle
course. The sounds of the letters, _v_, _p_, and the hard _g_, are not
represented in the Arabic. They are symbolized in transliteration by
the equivalents of _f_, _b_, and _k_. On numerous occasions, therefore,
and especially when I waxed eloquent, my tongue would mix these sounds
hopelessly, to the amused surprise of my hearers. I would say “coal”
when I meant “goal,” “pig man” for “big man,” “buy” for “pie,” “ferry”
for “very,” and _vice versa_. For some time I had, of course, to think
in Arabic and try to translate my thoughts _literally_ into English,
which practice caused me many troubles, especially in the use of the
connectives. On one occasion, when an American gentleman told me that
he was a Presbyterian, and I, rejoicing to claim fellowship with him,
sought to say what should have been, “We are brethren in Christ,” I
said, “We are brothers, by Jesus.” My Presbyterian friend put his
finger on his lip in pious fashion, and, with elevated brows and a most
sympathetic smile, said, “That is swearing!”
But in my early struggles with English, I derived much negative
consolation from the mistakes Americans made in pronouncing my
name. None of them could pronounce it correctly--Rih-bá-ny--without
my assistance. I have been called Rib-beny, Richbany, Ribary,
Laborny, Rabonie, and many other names. An enterprising Sunday
School superintendent in the Presbyterian Church at Mansfield, Ohio,
introduced me to his school by saying, “Now we have the pleasure of
listening to Mr. Rehoboam!” The prefixing of “Mr.” to the name of the
scion of King Solomon seemed to me to annihilate time and space, and
showed me plainly how the past might be brought forward and made to
serve the present.
EDWARD ALFRED STEINER
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