She stands there – a 40ish woman, dressed in slim jeans and what looks like her best matching denim top. “I wanted to know who I am,” she says, looking straight at the camera. The “am” sounds pleading. She’s looking to her ancestors to define who she is.
Other things might say who she is – a chef, teacher, mother, aunt, musician, member of MENSA, soap-opera watcher, thief, college graduate, wife, widow, activist, daughter, knitter, collector of old vinyl records, someone addicted to yoga, a smoker, hoarder, recycler, dreamer, writer, lawyer, unhappy employee, cancer survivor, foster mother, artist, kayaker, app developer, doctor, ethicist – to name a few. Wouldn’t some of these things tell who she is?
Yes, I’m equating identity with what we do. How we act in the world and the things we do show our interests, values, aspirations, and spirit. And those speak loudly about who we are.
The Ancestors Craze
Ancestry.com is the major promoter of finding out “who I am.” According to Wikipedia, “as of June 2014, the company provided access to approximately 16 billion historical records and had over 2 million paying subscribers. User-generated content tallies to more than 70 million family trees, and subscribers have added more than 200 million photographs, scanned documents, and written stories.”
I think this focus on ancestors (and ethnicity) is dangerous. The U.S, and now most countries, are melting pots. The U.S. was founded on being a place where one became an American.
This focus on ethnicity – one’s own or other’s – separates us. It parses out the ingredients in the pot. We’re not concentrating on stirring the soup so it blends together. We’re focusing on each ingredient: onions, carrots, beef, chicken, potatoes, green beans, noodles, bok choy, tomatoes, each spice.
Here’s the thing – ingredients change when they’re cooked together, their flavors meld, they become part of something bigger. They lose some of their separate and distinct flavor and absorb others. Both Americans and immigrants have roles to play in creating something bigger than themselves. Americans need to accept others, and immigrants need to work on fitting in, on language and customs to blend in and create a cohesive country.
This “I am only who my ancestors were” phase belittles our own agency, our own powers to become.
Past – Present – Future
Knowing a few generations of your ethnicity is not the whole story of who you are (or who I am). So rather than trying to find out if I’m 30% this, 22% that, 5% something else, 40% that, and 3% a mystery, and finding myself in my past, I’m going to find myself in the now. I’ll choose my actions and create who I am, knowing I’m one ingredient in this delicious soup called the U.S.A. I invite you to do the same in whatever country you live in.
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