Sometimes our heritage has parts
That were kept secret,
Or minimally mentioned,
Or not taught to us,
And not celebrated.
And sometimes we discover
Those parts were kept secret
To protect us from harm.
How then can we can we know
What our souls long for?
How then can we be proud
Of that part of ourselves?
How then can we really be whole?
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I think it is permissible to celebrate every heritage to which you have any claim at all. If you believe that you might be part Native American, celebrate that heritage. If you think one of your ancestors might have been Jewish, celebrate that heritage. If you think there is some Tibetan in your soul, celebrate that heritage. If your grandmother told you that one of your ancestors was half-Italian, eat pasta and talk with your hands! These are all good things. In defense of Elizabeth Warren, who was told as a child that she had some Native American ancestry and whose latest DNA test shows a miniscule Native American component, well OK, then celebrate, Elizabeth. The Great American Sorting Hat has little pigeon holes into which it sorts each of us. Let's each find the best way we fit back into the Great American Melting Pot.
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