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One Nation. One Team. One Tribe.


 


One nation.
One team.
One tribe.

I'm not certain why this edition of World Cup is so captivating with the Seattle area but I'm loving it! The casual viewer / fan is hitting me up about their questions to which I answer with the thought it'll encourage them to learn more and learn to love the 'world's sports'. Seriously it's a sport that needs no translation!

It brings out nationalism, and pride for country, too. Speaking of that... when I was growing up through the 1980's the thought was one nation, under God, and uniformity. So my mom, bless her soul, refused to teach Tagalog or Visayan to my sister and I.

As we rolled into the 1990's though, the societal pendulum swung the other direction to return to your roots. So identify with your cultural heredity, then fiercely protect it. At least be loud and proud of it. My vain attempt to start learning a new language fell short as my mother simply didn't know how to accommodate our want of learning a language.

At least she taught us how to cook.

And we understood our cultural background by immersion, and observation of mother. Thankfully we participated in a non-profit organization called the Snohomish-King County Filipino-American Association.

Again, I usually referred to myself as an American-Filipino. I'm an American first. Period. 'Murica! Why does American / America play second fiddle to identifying yourself? I was born, raise and with any luck, die here on American soil. African-American, Islamic-American, Chinese-American, etc all since have baffled me on those applications to jobs, schools, and more.

This is the United States of America, correct? So if you were born here the correct way to reference yourself is American-Chinese. I totally get it if you were a South Korean and then you earned your citizenship - Korean-American, it is.

I'm a proud patriot but not so blinded by it to not allow room for others, but honestly that how you should do it.

That's why my country is the greatest on the planet! I can have this viewpoint, because it was unalienable right given to me as soon as I showed up. BAM!

This has been your C Note!

'los; out.

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