I take pride in my heritage. I’m half Norwegian, half German, half British, half Danish with a dash of Native American thrown in there. Those are all mixed up in me and that makes me 100% American. My neighbors don’t look anything like me, but as it turns out, they’re all 100% American too.
I don’t think of this country as a melting pot, I think of it as a smorgasbord, a goulash, a potpie, an Irish stew. Chunks of this, that and whatever else is laying around, thrown together, the flavors mixing, but all the ingredients still identifiable. I would never want any of these thrown into a blender, to become a dull mush, just as I would never want a steady diet of white bread.
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
And bring your culture with you. Bring the stuff that makes you, YOU! And make sure you bring enough to share with the rest of us. No matter what the current management says, you are always welcome.