I was born in the United States of America I was taught the USA was the greatest nation in the world
no question they said
I pledged allegiance
to the Flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands
one Nation under God [only added in 1954 to scare off the commies] indivisible with liberty and justice for all
but whose flag is it really
the flag patriotism god country exceptionalism these words inspired us to stand for our nation community neighbors and the American Way
we were taught to follow mindlessly without reservation and without questions
as I stood there in Saint Rita’s Catholic school classroom with the white faces and red hair and blond hair and white shirts and white blouses and blue pants and black pants and the nuns covered head to toe in their hijabs without their faces covered so you can clearly see their scowls under the large cross at the front of the classroom reminding us constantly that the flag and religion go together
like rice and beans and corned beef and cabbage and spaghetti and meatballs
while I stop and take it all in
as they lead us in a solemn tribute to a country where I tell myself
I am an American
but they tell me I must be joking because I’m not really like them
my father is from Puerto Rico my mother is from the Dominican Republic
wherever the hell that is they add
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though I was born in Lincoln Hospital in the South Bronx doesn’t give me the right to think I’m an American when it was just an accident of time and place the truth is
I could have been born somewhere else like Puerto Rico or the Dominican Republic although I keep telling them Puerto Ricans are American citizens since 1917
they keep telling me they don’t care because it’s nothing more than an island where they take the whole family on vacation to San Juan beaches and that rainforest whose name they can’t pronounce
and anyway everyone knows Puerto Rico and the Dominican Republic doesn’t send their best and brightest except rapists and murderers and bank robbers and juvenile delinquents so I’m not a real American blue blood but probably a descendant of criminals
but but we have teachers store owners lawyers ministers in our ancestry
they ask me do they have freckles and red hair and black hair like those nice Irish and Eyetalian kids whose parents hang out at that social club across the street from Saint Rita’s Parochial school
sipping expresso and playing cards and kissing the ring of the old man who occasionally shows up in a Cadillac with a fat driver and his pinkie ring and shiny suits and silk overcoats and shoes that definitely weren’t bought at Buster Brown
and all I can think as I stand at full attention with my right hand above my heart screaming louder than all the other kids in the class
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
trying to prove yes I am an American and they’re laughing because I’m screaming
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
louder and louder and sister Mary Joseph Jesus is now looking at me sternly and warning she will not tolerate anyone making fun of the pledge of allegiance to the United States of America
even people who claim to be American just because they were born here by accident
in the greatest country in the world instead of somewhere else like on a boat called SS Marine Tiger or one of those propeller planes that come from some foreign country like Puerto Rico or the Dominican Republic destined for LaGuardia or Idlewild Airport in New York where those black or brown or yellow looking people arrive to infect this great nation with foreign blood
did I tell you that Puerto Ricans are American citizens since 1917
and strange customs and strange music and strange language
is that Spanish I hear
that is definitely not American or English
and I scream louder
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands one Nation under God indivisible with liberty and justice for all
because I was told by my father from Puerto Rico and my mother from the Dominican Republic they came to the United States of America because they were told by their uncles and aunts and cousins and radio shows and newspapers and movies before there was television
the United States of America was the home of the free and home of the brave and that there was an America the beautiful
that people have been coming from countries like Ireland and England and France and Italy and Germany and Spain and they believed it means they could also be welcomed because they were looking for the same damn dreams those people from Ireland and England and France and Italy and Germany and Spain were looking for
everyone is looking at me as I’m thinking these things and they can hear me under the pledge of allegiance to the flag screaming that I am also an American because I was born at Lincoln Hospital in the South Bronx
and I am American citizen and anyway my father was already an American citizen since he was Puerto Rican so I am an American because I was born in the United States of America
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as the voices stop and I drop my hand from my chest and smile broadly on my brown face under my black hair and through my brown eyes and nod this is who I am
an American
as American as apple pie with a cherry on top with the Declaration of Independence in my blood or at least they told me it should be there
We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights that among these are Life Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness
even while we discovered another truth
those that signed the Declaration of Independence — nearly three-quarters also owned slaves
“Of the 55 delegates to the Constitutional Convention, about 25 owned slaves…”
honoring the first Presidents
“…at least thirteen presidents were slave owners at some point during their lives it was just the time George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, James Monroe, Andrew Jackson, Martin Van Buren, William Henry Harrison, John Tyler, James K. Polk, Zachary Taylor, James Buchanan, Andrew Johnson, and Ulysses S. Grant”
founding fathers of the new nation built on the stolen lands of Indigenous people and on the backs of people stolen from the African continent and sold into slavery the exclusion of women indigenous people
“…Trail of Tears where over 10,000 Native Americans died during removal or soon upon arrival in Indian Territory”
and Black people You robbed our lives from participating fully in the rewards of this nation even while you exploited us and killed us when you had no more use for us bleeding and dying
“…a more accurate estimate of Civil War deaths is about 750,000, with a range from 650.000 to as many as 850,000 dead”
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to merge a divided nation with one side protesting slavery and the other side resisting the end of it and both sides afterward turning a blind eye to the horrors of a post-civil war reconstruction era in the name of Jim Crow laws and the genocide where from 1882 to 1968, 4,743 lynchings occurred in the U.S.
that so easily flowed from the national character of that period the exploitation of workers the fight to bar laws and regulations that would protect them the two world wars to make freedom ring no Black and Brown people need to apply but if you did you could not fight alongside white soldiers because we don’t need to share the spotlight of heroism with anyone else
so when you watch War Movies you can see for yourself who the real heroes are the ones fighting for freedom and the American Way except where it doesn’t apply to woman people of color and Indigenous people
and nowhere does this nation post-World War Two during my early life even try to portray the truth of America’s messy hisStory whether in textbooks television shows and movies because it is easier to live with a lie than confront the truth while celebrating white European hisStory and culture to the exclusion of the other world’s hisStories and culture
the Maya Civilization, circa 2600 BCE – 900 CE, The Ancient Egyptians, circa 3150 BCE – 30 BCE, The Indus Valley Civilization, circa 3300 BCE – 1900 BCE, Mesopotamia, circa 3500 BCE – 500 BCE, Jiahu, circa 7000 BCE – 5700 BCE, The Indigenous Peoples Of Australia, circa 50,000 BCE
so we can continue to claim this is White Man’s Country while portraying everyone else as the intruder the invader stealing this land from them and trying to behave through the sixties and seventies that the chants of recognition of equal rights and equal history and equal culture for all non-white people is a bridge too far
the consequences of America’s hisStory of exclusion straight into the very tired delusion of denial that anyone deserves responsibility for that history while claiming the alternative hisStory of exceptionalism as the only true hisStory
all the while going bat-shit crazy when a half-black, half-white man is elected President and they fret and protest about being forced to drink tea (bags) when what they really want is some good old American Budweiser none of that unamerican nonwhite mixed race culture shit whose only goal is to extinguish the white race
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“Eventually, whites will become a minority, dropping below 50% of the U.S. population in around the year of 2045”
and we can’t have that
thereby giving rise to the hysterics of Christian White Nationalism Donald Trump and the ever present American Nightmare (Facing the Challenge of Fascism) we now face and are faced with a decision greater than anyone that I have faced since I was able to vote in 1966
a choice (there is no choice) between the appearance of (corporate but not totally exclusionary and in need of some serious reworking) Democracy and the real more than a threat but a promise of Fascism Undisguised to ensure that power stays with those who will profit the most from the waves of the flag
and I am told I am not an American if I don't wave that flag that citizenship (papers let me see your papers) alone don't make you an American
look me in the eye American is everything the founding fathers only wanted for white euro men now we want those for us
wave the star spangled banner sing the pledge of allegiance to the illusion of their America bombs bursting in air celebrating an independence for the few at the expense of the many and behaving that it’s all heartwarming hand on your heart patriotism
when it is nothing more than a reality show called America that is soon to be cancelled.
My life has been a rollercoaster of experiences, from The Bronx to Washington, D.C., to Hartford, Connecticut, and Los Angeles, California—first as a seminarian studying to become a priest, then as a local and national community organizer, a radio host and producer, a journalist and producer in both radio and television, a government bureaucrat, a youth mentor, and a small business consultant. Besides those roles, I’ve also tried my hand at being a jewelry vendor, a motorcycle courier, an airport shuttle driver, and a bartender in a German alpine-themed bar.
I am currently working on several writing projects, including a hybrid creative memoir about my time in Washington, D.C. This project serves as a personal and psychological exploration of addiction and trauma, offering an honest look at how someone can fall into a bottomless pit of despair, losing all judgment and moral clarity. Told through flashbacks, the memoir explores a complex theme: the physical and emotional experiences that shaped my struggles with addiction, ending with the scandal that would forever haunt me.
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