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True. Sad and true.
All due to diversity. We're splintered. Everybody is in some subgroup, trying to maintain their own identity. Politicians cater to groups, they want group votes. They legislate to groups, according to groups.
Will it ever be a hate crime to beat up a white guy - we're soon to be a minority!
It used to be, and rightfully so, that people strove to be part of the "melting pot", be part of the American ideal. Some time in the early 70s, they started poo-pooing the melting pot idea in schools, and teaching "the American mosaic" instead. But I digress....
I gotta add.... I'm old enough to remember relatives, and friends and shirt tail relatives, who used to say "I'm in American, now I'll act as an American". They were all Italian. My neighbor - who bought my grandmother's house right next door to our own - he was from Central America, Costa Rica I think - then he moved to Puerto Rico, then to LI,NY. He did well - Mercedes and Volvo service manager. I remember him wanting to "fit in" more than anything. He wanted to be an American to the point of his own tears. This I recall from the days of my youth: The grown man next door weeping in joy at becoming a citizen, over his children's unlimited opportunity in America, always first to raise the flag on holidays, always loudest singing the anthem.
Whew... no more brother... no more.
All due to diversity. We're splintered. Everybody is in some subgroup, trying to maintain their own identity. Politicians cater to groups, they want group votes. They legislate to groups, according to groups.
Will it ever be a hate crime to beat up a white guy - we're soon to be a minority!
It used to be, and rightfully so, that people strove to be part of the "melting pot", be part of the American ideal. Some time in the early 70s, they started poo-pooing the melting pot idea in schools, and teaching "the American mosaic" instead. But I digress....
I gotta add.... I'm old enough to remember relatives, and friends and shirt tail relatives, who used to say "I'm in American, now I'll act as an American". They were all Italian. My neighbor - who bought my grandmother's house right next door to our own - he was from Central America, Costa Rica I think - then he moved to Puerto Rico, then to LI,NY. He did well - Mercedes and Volvo service manager. I remember him wanting to "fit in" more than anything. He wanted to be an American to the point of his own tears. This I recall from the days of my youth: The grown man next door weeping in joy at becoming a citizen, over his children's unlimited opportunity in America, always first to raise the flag on holidays, always loudest singing the anthem.
Whew... no more brother... no more.
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