We Are All Immigrants
Yes, all of us who call ourselves “American” anything
Oh where do I start? Maybe at my birth, where I became an American citizen by the citizenship of my parents, but not by the location, Bali, Indonesia, or every interaction with the Federal Government since then, where I show my passport to prove my citizenship. Maybe we can go back farther, where my father received his American citizenship by serving in the Navy.
Or back all the way to Giuseppe Vota, my great grandfather, who on arrival in New York City, via Ellis Island, the story goes, was grossly overcharged for his first meal and promptly decided that America, or at leas the United States of America was not the frontier he envisioned, and promptly left for the other North America – Mexcio.
Or maybe back to where my mother’s family came over from England, back in the time of the founding of this country, or entrants to her family from the Blackfoot Indians or my father’s family from Mexican Indians.
No matter where you start, somewhere, someone in all our family histories was an immigrant to this continent. Even the American Indians walked or sailed here from somewhere. And with all that history of immigration, I am always amazed at America’s schizophrenic relationship with immigrants today. Schizophrenia that has a whole nation on the march to protest the crazy plans of small-minded fools in Congress.
A march that I am proud to walk in today. I am here on the National Mall, out in support of the National Day of Action for Immigrant Rights. I am here for my father, my family, my nation. I am here as an American, as a first generation and infinite generation American, citizen of North America as much as the United States of America.
I am here to witness for April10-Metblogs all those who march in solidarity, from the ice cream man to the required drum line to Fredericksburg Presente. I am here to chant USA! USA! USA! and wave my flag high.
While I my political views on immigration policy might differ from yours, we can both agree that this march, this expression of our basic rights, enshrined in the wondrous Constitution, is worthy of respect and celebration.
Join me, the Gringo Cousin, and offer a round of thanks to those who endured the most tankless job today and condolences to those suffering a Metro nightmare. Just be sure to smile in the process. You’re on DC MPD CCTV!