Akin to a Melting Pot

 

Are we the first?  Is New Hampshire as…un-diverse…as many critics say?  If so, is that significant?  And, what of our ancestors?  How the hell do those naysayers think we ended up in this land…north of a frigid witch’s tit?

In my own family, up until the mid 1990’s, I had not been told about my own exclusivity on ‘being in the minority.’

My grandmother, who had been often referred to as, the dumb Pollock!  My father who deliberately and without forethought, distinguished Native Americans as, drunks, lazy and no good!

Funny, in the midst of my confusion of being gay.  Ironic, standing in the land of women ‘should be seen and not heard.’  Strange…with all these supposed, bloodline infirmities, I had not been told the following:

My grandmother in actuality was Polish and Russian!  Something she had been too ashamed to share until much later in her life.  My father?  Well, it wasn’t until I became a fully pledged addict that he stated,

“It isn’t so surprising.  Her being an alcoholic.  Indians are known for their love of drugs!”

Course, it just so happened my paternal grandmother, who died of complications due to hard living…was half Cherokee.

Needless to say, there I stood in the depths of minority.  An addict, a woman, a lesbian, part Russian, part Native American!

This is not about politics.  It isn’t even related to living in the minority.  Perhaps, it is quite the opposite.

The ‘melting pot‘:

Multicultural surrounding where all the different cultures slowly become more uniformed generation after generation by adopting bits and pieces of other cultures and giving away some of their own traditions.

Melting pots…had been something that encouraged me to be different.  To seek the unique.  To be proud of the idea..we all didn’t row over to America at the same time or on the same boat.  That each and everyone one of us…who proudly calls themselves, Americans, looked for a better life.

In that manner, I am no different from my adopted dogs.  Both mongrels.  Each of them quietly called, Heinz 57’s!  A collaborative mixture of everything they ever were…and, everything they will ever be.

 

…funny I think we were on the same boat back in 1694

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If we stare hard enough in these, the inhuman winds; we shall find we are all akin.
If we stare hard enough in these, the inhuman winds; we shall find we are all akin.