My grandparents, on both my mother’s side and father’s side, came to this country from Italy in the early 1900’s. I am the second generation born here. We were taught never to forget our ancestry, but more importantly, we were now Americans. And being American meant something. With a thick Italian accent, my grandmother would brag that she could read, write and speak English.
I was taught as a young child to be proud of being an American. We never referred to a hyphenated name either. We were Americans…not Italian-American.
When my father enlisted in the Army after Pearl Harbor was bombed, he was asked if he had any issues fighting the Italians. He lashed back and stated that he was an American, and was ready to fight anyone or any country to protect this great nation.
Yes, my family came here to become Americans. We never looked back, only forward. We did not send money back to the “home land”, like so many immigrants do today. We came here not only to better ourselves but to make this country better. And we made a difference. We won wars and worked hard.
But, it’s not the same anymore.
There is something happening in this country that breaking the fabric that once held this country together. I for one am disgusted at what I see, particularly from our current President and his administration.
I think it’s time to take back America!