Choosing to weave into the fabric of America

Blogger and friend James Na has a thoughtful piece on being Asian in America in the Seattle Times:

So if I was an Asian once, who am I now? I am left with this: I am an American, because I choose to be one. I revel in its liberties, its excesses, its ideals, its flaws. That is the identity I constructed for myself.

That’s funny. You can be a white guy from South Dakota and feel exactly the same way. In a sense, I think that feeds into James’s point. My wife, whose assimilation has admittedly been easier than for many immigrants, has dipped her toes into the melting pot. I suspect that when she first goes back to Korea, she’ll realize she’s already waist-deep.