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 Protestantsâ€
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.