I come from a country and also a continent whose identity is in the making. We're a very young culture, and I think that things are not yet crystallised.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Where we come from in America no longer signifies. It's where we go, and what we do when we get there, that tells us who we are.
My cultural roots are something illusive.
After all, you're not exactly a nation like all the other nations. You are unique, if only because you are such an ancient people, and because of the way you are spread all over the world and your obvious success in many fields.
Where you come from is such a huge part of who you are today.
We only exist in terms of how we think we exist. Meaning every cultural development is fabricated and can be fabricated.
Am I Latin? Am I American? What the hell am I? I love my culture and I'm very proud of my culture.
Whether our forebears were strangers who crossed the Atlantic or the Pacific or the Rio Grande, we are here only because this country welcomed them in and taught them that to be an American is about something more than what we look like, or what our last names are, or how we worship.
I think most people are interested in our origins; once we understand, it might be easier to become the people we'd like to be. Or, better, become the people we think we already are.
I've traveled around the world, and what's so revealing is that, despite the differences in culture, politics, language, how people dress, there is a universal feeling that we all want the same thing. We deeply want to be respected and appreciated for our differences.
My culture comes from everywhere. I'm sick of this notion of nationality, that if you're brought up in the same city or same country you're the same. Even three kids brought up in the same family with the same genes, they are not the same. Just consider a human a human.
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