Every black American is bilingual. All of them. We speak street vernacular and we speak 'job interview.'
History shows, in my opinion, that no nation can survive the tension, conflict and antagonism of two competing languages and cultures. It is a blessing for an individual to be bilingual; it is a curse for a society to be bilingual.
I grew up in a community that was bilingual. I've done it for a while, singing in both languages.
All hockey players are bilingual. They know English and profanity.
My parents are both Belgian-born, and so am I, actually. I'm bilingual, so I had experience with French.
American professional athletes are bilingual; they speak English and profanity.
I think I'm representing a new generation of Latinos - bilingual, bicultural people.
My wife and I have spent most of our lives in France, and we are both pretty well bilingual, my wife more purely than I, since as a little girl she went to school in French Switzerland.
An alcoholic father, poverty, my own juvenile diabetes, the limited English my parents spoke - although my mother has become completely bilingual since. All these things intrude on what most people think of as happiness.
Serial tasking is hard because switching tasks is hard, even when the tasks are easy and similar. In some experiments, bilingual speakers are asked to read out numbers, first in one language and then midway in another language. They often stumble at the switch, taking many tries before they hit their stride again.