I cannot speak on behalf of other cultures of individuals of those cultures. I cannot even speak for my culture as a whole because I’m only me. I can only speak for myself.
When reading these collections of narratives, I felt that the author did an excellent job of portraying individual experience with racial stigma in Canada, but I felt that these narratives should not be used to represent all people of the culture that was being presented. In the case of Janet, I was torn between what she was more concerned with, the fact that she was brown or the fact that she was a homosexual. Both of these identities do not label her, yet I felt that she was trying to make it so these titles made her who she was. I’m happy that her character was not ashamed of either, yet I feel that being brown and a lesbian do not attribute to who she was as a person and how life affected her. I believe that searching for the one word, in her case “Trinidadian”, to fully capture who we are as people is next to impossible.
I believe, and I know that some would disagree, that culture and race was simple details of who people are. They are the foundation of the house, but that’s it. They aren’t the home. So for that reason I felt that Out on Main Street did justly in giving insight to how some individuals see their racial difference, but much of it felt like generalizations.