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cardenio
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Of my dad’s grandparents, two were born in Croatia, one in Greece, and one in an orphanage in Canada.
My mom’s ancestors have been in this country since before the Revolution, so I’m super-mixed but all-European (and DAR) on her side.
My Catholic elementary school was super-multiracial and nobody really cared one way or the other (except the staff made a big deal about it).
So… one of my (Mexican) friends invited me to her church’s Fiesta. A black friend had her parents speak for Black History Month. A Phillipino family had parents who spoke Tagalog. An article in the local paper celebrated a full-blooded Native American. A friend won a scholarship for being Irish.
And I envy all that.
All of it.
I envy that I’m just boring white with no culture, whereas these people have some background to be proud of.
And in one of my more emotive times I made a list of what I think makes America great. Melting pot stuff. Mixing and blending cultures. Things like Taco Bell (which isn’t very Mexican) and Chef Boyarde (which isn’t very Italian). An Irish pub we went to in Atlanta served O’Quesadillas. I’ve had Mexican Pizza before.
I saw on the back of a cereal box (amazing what you can learn from those!) that there’s a Greek custom to crack Easter eggs against someone else’s and try to break theirs but not yours. My (half-Greek) grandpa does this every year. I almost cried when I read it. Cracking Easter eggs is the only tie to any culture I have.
I guess the grass is always greener… but am I the only one who envies culture and heritage? Am I wrong to do this?
Please… don’t take me for racist. I have enough friends of other races that if I were racist I’d be a loner.
My mom’s ancestors have been in this country since before the Revolution, so I’m super-mixed but all-European (and DAR) on her side.
My Catholic elementary school was super-multiracial and nobody really cared one way or the other (except the staff made a big deal about it).
So… one of my (Mexican) friends invited me to her church’s Fiesta. A black friend had her parents speak for Black History Month. A Phillipino family had parents who spoke Tagalog. An article in the local paper celebrated a full-blooded Native American. A friend won a scholarship for being Irish.
And I envy all that.
All of it.
I envy that I’m just boring white with no culture, whereas these people have some background to be proud of.
And in one of my more emotive times I made a list of what I think makes America great. Melting pot stuff. Mixing and blending cultures. Things like Taco Bell (which isn’t very Mexican) and Chef Boyarde (which isn’t very Italian). An Irish pub we went to in Atlanta served O’Quesadillas. I’ve had Mexican Pizza before.
I saw on the back of a cereal box (amazing what you can learn from those!) that there’s a Greek custom to crack Easter eggs against someone else’s and try to break theirs but not yours. My (half-Greek) grandpa does this every year. I almost cried when I read it. Cracking Easter eggs is the only tie to any culture I have.
I guess the grass is always greener… but am I the only one who envies culture and heritage? Am I wrong to do this?
Please… don’t take me for racist. I have enough friends of other races that if I were racist I’d be a loner.