The greatest mistake of my life

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|Lees Suheyla’s verhaal in het Nederlands|

My father decided not to teach me and my brothers the Turkish language, because that would diminish our chance at a good education, or so he believed. Our school told my parents that, if we would learn the Dutch language only, we would become good students: a language deficiency must be prevented.

Regardless of the tireless efforts of my parents, my younger brother still ended up needing the help of a speech therapist. He could not pronounce the letter ‘r’ correctly. This is not very strange, as in Eindhoven the rolling ‘r’ is an unusual sound. Little did my parents know that learning two languages could have actually contributed to the language proficiency of me and my brothers.
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Why I joined the Rutu Foundation


Language discrimination is often invisible to most people. I never really thought about it, until I read something about the language barrier in academic literature on international relations by Ole Weaver. He criticised this discipline because almost all theories, books and ideas on international relations that are considered relevant were (and still are) produced by white, American and European men.

After reading this, I felt a little uncomfortable and I had to read it again. I looked through my old textbooks and articles that I had to read for my other IR classes and it was incredible: how could I not have noticed the fact that they were all written by the same kind of person? How could I not have second-guessed the theories but always considered them to be ‘fact’? I thought I was a critical student, but this was apparently not the case.

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How bilingualism affected my school career


|Lees Jahkini’s verhaal in het Nederlands|

Let me introduce myself. My name is Jahkini and I am currently enrolled in a bilingual education programme at my high school. Furthermore, I am an active member of the student council and I also work at an Ethiopian restaurant. My mother is from a small town in the Netherlands and speaks Dutch. My father, on the other hand, was born in what is formerly known as British Guyana. In Guyana they speak English. The Guyanese version of English is comparable to Jamaican English, as they both sometimes grammatically differ from standard English. At home I speak English with my father and Dutch with my mother.

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