Questions of Culture
Sajjid Zahir Chinoy
1 Distinguished guests, faculty, staff, students, ladies and gentlemen, and, most of all, the
Class of 1996.
2 I can visualize the scene again and again: 11:30 p.m., Saturday night, the fifteenth of
August, 1992, Bombay International Airport, India. I was leaving home for the University of
Richmond. And as I said that final goodbye to my parents, my family, and my friends; and as I
saw hope, expectation, even a tinge of sadness, in their eyes; and as I stepped aboard the Boeing
747 in front, I knew my life had changed forever.
5 And then, of course, there was that one nagging question, that one overriding concern: As
one of only three Indian students on a Richmond campus of 3,000, would I ever fit in?
6 My country was different. My culture was different. My experiences were different. My
background was different. My language was different. My accent was different. Would I ever fit in?
7 And so here I was, high above the clouds, grappling with questions of culture, of interac-
tion, of ethnicity. What I didn’t know was that 30,000 feet below, on the ground, the world was
faced with these very same questions—the question of culture, the question of interaction, the
question of ethnicity.
8 And so whether my aircraft took off from Bombay, where the Hindus and the Muslims
lived together in a most fragile peace; or whether my aircraft was over Africa, where the Hutus
and Tutsis of Rwanda and Burundi had long–standing animosity; or whether my aircraft was over
Bosnia, where the Serbs, the Croats, the Muslims, and the Bosnians had broken yet another truce,
the question was the same—could different cultures ever come together to reinforce one another?