Más Americano
America is not a border. It is North and South. Islands, mountains, jungles, and cities built long before the word “America” was claimed by a flag. America is a dream, a hope, a promissory note. America is immigrants, migrants, workers, survivors—generations of gente who have dreamed together a home where every voice has its place, where patriot is a word given freely to all who have spilled blood, sweat, and tears to carry that dream across time.
And America is a tragedy—an angry reality, a history of violence and ignorance. A question asked over and over again: who is a “real” American? Who belongs? America is a cautionary tale—the darkness that pools in the valleys when a city on a hill is held up like a light. A story of bloodlines and borders, and the danger of continuing to ask the wrong question.
Who is más Americano?