The Unbearable Lightness Of Labels

By Kleinheider Posted on October 23, 2008 at 6:58 am

Newscoma is tired of politicians talking about who is a “real American” and who isn’t”:

So what does it mean to be an American? Beats me. When I think of being an American, I always think of my grandfather, who was on tap to play for the Tennessee Volunteers in 1940 and joined the Marines instead to fight in the Pacific. I think of that lady at the convenience store I stop everyday who is always so nice to me. I think of Homer sitting night after night at the softball field or the basketball court watching her daughters enjoy their childhood. I think of editorbates daughter who is always smiling and cries when her mother leaves her at the daycare she’s in because she loves her. I think of killa, who is working herself to death to get her Master Degree.

I don’t think Americans can be defined. We are who we are.

So why should we accept labels?

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