@McGentrix,
Quote:Why do you bring up white and Protestant as your definition of American?
I am happy to accept Americans from all ethnic groups as Americans, and I am happy for them to figure out how to fit their own cultural traits into the American culture. This has happened with Italian Americans (there are parts of Boston that still speak Italian), and Jewish American (there is an area near Boston that has a ceremonial enclosure to help residents keep the Sabbath) and Hispanic Americans (people around love papusas and Salsa Dancing is very popular).
Why White and Protestant? Because the people who want a more narrow view of what it means to be American; which excludes mosques, and speaking Spanish as "American", are historically White and Protestant.
I am not promoting the White and Protestant dominant culture. I am describing it.
I don't know if you know this, my son is an Army sniper. When he went through boot camp, I became part of a community of Army parents. Let me tell you this, Army parents tend to be a very conservative group... I was, shall we say, an outsider.
This group was decidedly White and Protestant. And, they shared the opinion, sometimes openly, that they were the real Americans. They talked about Jesus. They talked about guns. They talked about freedom. There was a African American family who, not too surprisingly was also Protestant and had the same cultural and political views as the rest of the group.
This was one of the few times that I felt compelled to keep my mouth shut. I was there for my son and having the support of people who are going through the same difficult process was rather important. I do enjoy being around other Army families, I am not really able to be myself in this group. Of course, I have no doubt that they are just as American as I am, and I have respect that they are giving to America in a way that many families don't understand.
This is the historically dominant culture in America. And, this is changing.
I came back to the Boston area where we Speak Spanish (or Spanglish) and hear many different languages from Haitian Creole to Arabic. I can dance Salsa here, get an Arepa for breakfast with Cuban coffee as I walk by the neighborhood mosque.
This is what being American means to me. I am OK with my support group of Army families. I am OK with my diverse group of multicultural friends.
When I hear people telling me to Speak English... it really pisses me off.