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Earlier this month, Deb Haaland, the United States Secretary of the Interior and first Native American Cabinet Secretary was on TV, speaking about the abuse that Native American children suffered at the schools they were forced to attend for decades in the twentieth century. I could see that she was becoming emotional about it. It made me reflect on the fact that May is Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month. Even so, it left me with more questions than answers about the United States as a nation.

I don’t understand the United States of America when it comes to considering herself as a melting pot or welcoming all religions, creeds, and colors when it simply isn’t true. How can it be? Native Americans were nearly eliminated from the U.S.; they weren’t even counted in the U.S. Census until the 1960s. They were called savages and missionaries endeavored to “change” or “tame” them. The Chinese were treated badly and prized for their labor laying railroad tracks in the American West. They were termed the “yellow man” and “chink”.

At one point, the government had what they called, “Operation Wetback” in the mid-twentieth century. Japanese Americans were placed in internment camps during World War II, losing their homes and businesses and African Americans were enslaved, called the “n” word, and treated like beasts of burden.

Again, I ask the question, “Why?”

Why do we as Americans consider ourselves superior to other races and creeds in our own country, not to mention other nations? That Christianity is superior to the other religions of the world? I think back to when Europeans came to this country. There were vast areas of unclaimed land at that time. Why didn’t they just find another area of land to tame? Why did they seem hell-bent on taking the land from those that were already here?

The same with different religions. Why didn’t the pilgrims, settlers, etc., just accept this aspect of other people’s culture and adopt the “live and let live” mantra? Yes, I am aware that African Americans and Mexicans are not part of the Asian American and Pacific Islander diaspora but my message is still the same–we all need to get along. Accept each other’s differences. The alternative has become too chaotic, draining, and in many cases that we have seen, deadly.

We’re all members of the human race and we can all learn from each other. I don’t care for the term “tolerate”. Hell, you “tolerate” a heatwave, a bad hair day, or even a hangover. But I think that we can do a lot better than that, don’t you? We should be striving to do better so that life can be better for all of us.

That is, if we actually want to reach that goal.

Pamela D. Beverly