Have you ever thought of what it is to be an American? or a European?
While the USA is debating what New York values are, how they are different from the rest of the country, and who is American enough or creme de la creme to become and be an American, Europe is doing kind of the same. Thinking of European values and what kind of immigrants deserve to live here.
So what is it to be an American? or a European? Do I know? Do you know?
I think this is a great question to ask ourselves, our parents, grandparents and great-grandparents, especially in countries with a strong immigration history, like Canada and the USA, and a more or less recent one, like Italy, or even Europe. Would I be and have exactly the same opportunities in the country of my parents and grandparents? Would I have the same beliefs, rights, education, career, income, opportunities and possessions? Would I have the same Life?
This is what I partially talked about with “new Italians” during my travels in Italy and a few other travelers I met along the way during my more recent world travels. And most importantly observed. All the Affection, Love and Romance in California and Mexico City, Liberty of Speech and interesting and open discussions in Canada, USA and Italy.
Where else in the world would a couple of strangers meet in the middle of the city and all of a sudden start openly and passionately talking about politics, world and everything else in the Universe?
Florence, Italy, the City of Renaissance, that is…
What it is to be …
When I was an Italian language tutor and instructor, I met people of Italian heritage who did not speak Italian, and some of them have never been to the country of their parents or grandparents and their cultural awareness and reference of Italy was based on US Italian communities. I also met the ones who were learning the language of their parents only when they retired. When I asked them why, many of them replied it was because of the accent, and their parents felt it would be easier for their children to be accepted as Americans, one of them, once they had an American accent. However, they could easily enough obtain Italian and European citizenship, if they really wanted to.
When I think of it, it is very fair of any respectful and advanced society recognize the efforts of those who were born in the country and the ones with heritage, and also to fully recognize the efforts of those who actually speak the language, are aware of the culture and its peculiarities, study at the University, obtain University degrees, have a business, travel, live, work and consider the country their Home. Obvious reasons to be accepted as equal citizens, and the most humane, fair, logical, reasonable and honest path to American and European citizenship. At least to me.
Food for Thought, by the way:
In American Universities students have a luxury of choosing their Professors, Topics, Schedule, Specialization, Degree and even Grades (a very transparent and fair (!) system, for the most part)
If the Law doesn’t make sense, you don’t follow the Law, you change the Law. This is what has been done before, and the main reason why females have the Right to vote now. And the main reason why Global Equal Rights and Justice for all make more sense also.
Creme de la creme it is when we treat it like it is creme de la creme.
Legacy of Cesare Beccaria, Milan, Italy
I am obviously not an Italian, and I never pretend to be one. However, I recognize that this is the language of my heart and soul, part of my identity, part of who I am, and I Honor it. This is what motivated me to learn the language at the University, study and travel in Italy, get a degree in Italian, become a tutor, interpreter, instructor, and write about Italy and languages also.
I never think of my accent (or nationality for that matter), unless someone asks me about it in a conversation. Neither I think of it as a weakness, on the contrary, I think of it as a strength. The strength of acknowledging and honoring every part of who I am and every part of my identity. Besides that, I actually like that I can read and write and communicate in Russian, Belarusian, English, Italian and a little bit of Spanish. Accent or not. It is definitely a great advantage, especially during my travels, doing research, communicating with others and being a writer and travel blogger. And I am really glad that I was never aware of the perception that it is not possible to be multicultural and multilingual.
However, I am aware of Amin Maalouf’s theory about an individual knowing and speaking several languages. The first one is the language of identity, the second is English and also another language, freely chosen, as the language of the heart, the language of the soul and the language you love. With each individual being encouraged to accept his own diversity and with his identity being a sum of all his/her affiliations, while at the same time being accepted, respected and appreciated for it by other people, individuals and the society, potentially also with a multicultural identity of its own, hence making it relatable, understandable and respectful.
May be, knowledge of other languages and cultures helps us eventually become not only natural speakers of several languages, but also helps us become Independent Thinkers, cultural interpreters/mediators and promote understanding between other people and other cultures. It helps us become identically and culturally unfrozen by morphing into a multicultural identity of our own. Identity that is actually mutually accepted, respected and appreciated by other individuals and the society with a multicultural identity of its own.
The identity that is actually living its Authentic Truth.
Machu Picchu, Peru
Pantheon of Gods and Amaru, Tucume, Peru
Travel makes it easy to understand that there are distinct worlds, civilizations, cultures and languages. It also makes it easy to comprehend that there are those of us who transcend these civilizations, countries, cultures and dogmas. Just as Amaru, we belong to different worlds at the same time. We lived, studied and worked in quite a few places in the world. More often than not we think in and speak several languages and love our native language and country not less, and maybe, even more. We hold legions to Humanity as a Whole, we Respect Global Equal Rights, believe in Honor Code of Depth and Honor the Whole World as Our Sacred Temple.
A couple of years ago I moved to Minsk, Belarus and felt so “different”, and “liberal”, and “opinionated”, and so “American” in many ways, in the city and country that is my native Home. Naturally, when I returned to the USA, one of my first US trips was to Philadelphia, the city that pretty much shaped and influenced the course of American and World history.
The Birthplace of America. Cradle of Liberty.
Liberty Bell. American Revolution. Declaration of Independence. Constitution.
Equality and Justice for All.
Does it actually mean more to ME?
Historic city it might be, however, after exploring its “serious” side, I was completely sidetracked by its artistic, loving and colorful side as well. And it became City of LOVE and Art for me.
Rocky Steps, Philadelphia Museum of Art, USA
Interestingly enough, this was the city where I had one of the most meaningful for me conversations ever about what it is to be an American. While I was saying how much more independent, liberated, liberal and American )) I feel in the USA, especially as a female (Just packed my things, drove in my beloved, reflecting my personality, car and a few hours later I am in New York, or Boston, Philadelphia, San Francisco or Key West or even Montreal, exploring many gorgeous and interesting places along the way also, which definitely makes much more sense if I love traveling and am a travel blogger/writer )) Doing and living what I truly love… What Liberty is for me…), I heard a rather interesting interpretation of my words and what it is to be an American.
Apparently, it is the ability to be My Authentic Self. First and the most. The ability to respectfully and lovingly say to “the crowd” something like this. F… You, and You, and You… These are my beliefs, my perspective, my Truth… this is what I stand for. This is who I am.
Other Authentic Individuals respect this and say “I am with You”.
It might not be the right answer to any American test citizenship questions (by the way, you get a brochure to learn all the right answers, so it is very easy, however, not as easy as winning a birth lottery and speaking a native language), and this is the way to become an Authentic Being and Individual, someone who stands for his/her own beliefs and Truth. At least I think so personally and ironically enough, this is the way a few Individuals gained my Admiration and Respect and they, in fact, are Americans and Amaru )) Something quite a few Americans, Italians and Amaru are great at… and I am with them on this.
While I was writing this article, I remembered another interesting conversation I had with someone who was brave enough to “come out of the closet” and become official, in another democratic country though. And I had a rather logical and reasonable reply to this person also. “It is who you are… Why do you even need to come out? It is the society who needs to do this in order to transcend its own stereotypes and dogmas, and evolve to an advanced, fair, inclusive and respectful of all authentic beings society”. Hence, #Reversethemirror
How do I know this? Try traveling the world as an opinionated “blonde” “feminist” “vegetarian” “Russian” “accent” “Masters” “rich” “trust-fund” female? And these are the most positive ones ))
However, Authentic in every possible way )) Reasons to admire and respect myself even more… and reasons to admire and respect even more all present and future Amaru and Authentic Beings…
May be, before going as far as asking myself what it is to be an American or a European, I should ask myself first: “What is it to be an Authentic and Humane Being?” “What is it be an Adult?”
I am World, Mexico City, Mexico
These are my musings on what it is to be Authentic, and American, and European. And Amaru. Over to you. Are you an American? European? or Amaru? Or all of the above? What are your thoughts on Authenticity and Global Equal Rights?
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All opinions and experiences are, as always, my own.
Bliss. LOVE. Peace.