The Fourth means something different when you chose this country.
Mcelrath Aleah@aleahmcelrath9677
15 days ago
The Fourth means something different when you chose this country.
I was born in Lagos. I became American at 19. The ceremony was in a courthouse in Maryland on a Tuesday in March. There were 47 of us from 23 countries. A judge said congratulations and we all said the oath and I cried in a way I have never cried before or since.
Not because America is perfect. It is not.
Because choosing a country is different from being born in one.
When you are born here, the Fourth is inherited. When you chose here, the Fourth is earned. Every form you filled out. Every visa you waited for. Every time someone told you to go back where you came from and you stayed anyway because back is not a place anymore. Here is.
The woman beside me in the ceremony was from Haiti. She had been waiting eleven years. Eleven years of paperwork and patience and the particular hope that only immigrants carry - the hope that believes in a place it has not fully experienced yet.
Tonight I will grill jollof rice and hot dogs on the same grill because I am both things and neither thing and the Fourth is big enough to hold all of it.
Happy Fourth to every immigrant who chose this country and keeps choosing it every day despite everything.
You are not guests. You are builders.
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