A Xeno's View of Greeks and Greece - Part 1: How I Became a Greek American

Greeks. Greece. What did I know about these thingsidea she was Greek. I didn't really know what Greek
before marrying a Greek girl? Well, not too much, butpeople were "supposed" to look like. Her name wasn't
probably more than the average American. You see, I"typically" Greek, with an "-opoulos" or "-akis" at the
have always enjoyed history, as far back asend to tip me off. Not until much later, when I actually
elementary school. I used to look at black-and-whiteasked her how to pronounce her last name, did it
photos of the Acropolis in my Middle School textbookcome up that she was Greek. 
with as much wonder as a 12-year-old boy canI was pretty shy when it came to asking girls out, but I
muster for 4000 year old granite. I took Philosophy indid manage to muster the courage to do just that. And
High School, where I was introduced to the likes ofwas quickly turned down. More than once. But I kept
Socrates and Aristotle, with admittedly very littletrying and, finally, she agreed to go on a "date" with me
enthusiasm on my part. and a bunch of mutual friends to a baseball game.
I went on to get a Bachelor's Degree in History, with aThus began the relationship that would, 4 years later,
minor in Geography. My studies gave me more than alead to our wedding day. 
little information about Greece, but not much in the wayAs we continued to date I got to know more about
of practical knowledge of the country or its people. Ithis exotic Greek beauty and her family. But I never
knew a few Greek people as a kid. My mother had angot to meet any of these people when I dropped her
old friend who was Greek, but Sylvia's kids wereoff at night. I later found out that she was afraid that
named Buck and Mandy – not your typical Greekher overbearing Greek family would scare me away,
names, and we never did anything "Greek" with them.so she kept me away from them. (She wasn't too far
The girl I knew in high school lived just down the street,off – about 6 months into dating her I was told by
but I never saw any "signs" that she was Greek. I justher uncle, through one of his sons, that I needed to
thought she had a funny name (Effie). I knew twoeither marry her or stop seeing her) It was probably
Greeks in college, though only in passing. But 2 ofseveral months before I ever set foot in her house,
these 3 people from high school and college ended upand when I did it was literally for only a few seconds.
at the first Greek wedding I ever attended with myShe would bustle us out before her aunt and uncle,
wife, before we were married, showing me verywith whom she lived, could "scare" me with their
quickly how closely connected the Greek communityold-world Greek attitudes about a "xeno" dating their
is. niece. That's right, me. The "foreigner". In the country of
So I met my bride-to-be at work in 1995. When I firstmy birth, with a family tree showing relatives on this
saw her, at the end of 1994, I thought she wascontinent back to the 17th century, I was being called a
Hispanic. Captivatingly beautiful, with dark skin and long"xeno", an outsider, because I was not Greek.
dark hair - I was smitten from the get-go. But I had no