Different Slants

Seeing the World from a New Angle

Battle Cry of the Anguished American Immigrant!…by Robert M. Katzman

(Originally posted on July 21, 2008, then reposted March 10, 2017 in frustration after the 2016 election, where insanity began to rule what was once a last best refuge for people seeking a chance to live, to be happy)

 

To me, being an American is an idea.

A concept.

An agreement of equals.

A willingness to tolerate the differences in others.

A celebration of the beauty of cultural diversity.

 

While maybe originally, ours was a government,

Of the Protestants, By the Protestants and For the Protestants”

We’re bigger than that today.  A numerically insignificant People like my own family, Jews, now represent less than 2% of the total American population, but I believe that our Constitution includes me when I read it.  I don’t live in fear, here.

Soon, there will be more Moslems in America than Jews, but I don’t care.  They came here to escape the same killing chaos that brought my family here, as well as looking for a new start and a fair chance to become successful.  I welcome them.  Besides, when the hating is missing, they may remember that we’re linguistic cousins who speak two versions of the same Semitic language, as do the Assyrians, who are Christian Arabs.

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Tension on the Reservation…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Children,Liberation Fantasies,Life & Death,Native Americans,Travel — Bob at 5:53 am on Saturday, July 20, 2013

Robert M. Katzman’s Amazing Story:  http://www.differentslants.com/?p=355

© July 16, 2013

1985

Unemployed

My son and I

In an ancient Chevy van

Take off to see America’s West

Driving by day

Sleeping in the van at night

Cooking our meals on a three-burner

Coleman stove

A can opener the essential tool

I am thirty-five

My son is six

We are on a Great Adventure

We will be gone for five weeks

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Seeing Rivka Differently…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Children,Jewish Themes,Life & Death,Love and Romance,Native Americans,Philosophy,Poetry & Prose — Bob at 8:46 am on Friday, December 16, 2011

Seeing Rivka Differently

by Robert M. Katzman ©December 16, 2011

(almost Chanukkah Eve)

 

 In 1 AD

Teutonic Tribes were gathering

In Germania

Warring against

The Roman Legions

And battling the wild Britons

Across the Channel

A Celtic people

Who painted themselves

Blue

When making war on invaders

So many invaders

In 1 AD

The Ojibwa

The Ohio

The Ottawa

were

Native tribes

Hunting, fishing, planting

in the

Northern Plains

 

In a vast land of

500 Different tribes

East, West and North

of

Great freshwater Lakes

The three Tribes

Dwelled in the

Endless green forests

For 20,000 years

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Battle Cry of the Anguished American Immigrant!….by Robert M. Katzman

 

To me, being an American is an idea.

A concept. An agreement of equals.

A willingness to tolerate the differences in others, and a celebration of the beauty of cultural diversity.

While maybe originally, ours was a government,

 

Of the Protestants, By the Protestants and For the Protestants”

 

We’re bigger than that today.  A numerically insignificant People like my own family, Jews, now represent less than 2% of the total American population, but I believe that our Constitution includes me when I read it.  I don’t live in fear, here.

Soon, there will be more Moslems in America than Jews, but I don’t care.  They came here to escape the same killing chaos that brought my family here, as well as looking for a new start and a fair chance to become successful.  I welcome them.  Besides, when the hating is missing, they may remember that we’re linguistic cousins who speak two versions of the same Semitic language, as do the Assyrians, who are Christian Arabs.

I’m happy to live in a country where the African-American and Hispanic populations overwhelm my own culture, because diversity doesn’t threaten me.  I like living in a country where being different doesn’t limit you, like being Cypriot, Cambodian, Armenian, Ethiopean, Gypsy, Kazak, Slovakian or Bulgarian.  Or Chechen, Bosnian or Somali.

The prospect of learning Spanish because the ever evolving tide of immigration and history now favor Latin America is not intimidating, because it will soon be the principal “American” language and my grandchildren will speak it fluently and wonder why I’m inept at it, like my immigrant grandparents whom were native speakers of Yiddish and found English to be daunting.

Damn frustrating English, impossible to spell but so rich in variety for songwriters and poets, has only been the lingua franca of North America for about three hundred plus years.

A speck in time.

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