Citizenship a “right to have rights”…

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In listening to President Obama tonight, November 20, 2014, brings to mind another time in this country when prejudices were alive and thriving within the borders of the United States of America. The blood of the first true American runs through my veins and I am having a problem with the views of “immigration” in this country by the “descendants” of immigrates. These people are now citizens of this country by either birth or becoming a citizen after coming to the United States. The rhetoric has not changed throughout the years. It is like being ugly and poor, if you are not beautiful, rich and powerful you chances of getting into the “club” are zero.

My father was born in 1903, he, his mother and their people Southeastern Chickasaw’s were not recognized as American citizens until 1940, by then he was married and had two children; I was one year old.

In 1924, The Act governing Native Americans did not include those born before the effective date of the 1924 Act and it was not until the Nationality Act of 1940 that all born on U.S. soil were citizens; my father was thirty-seven years old before he was to be recognized as a “REAL AMERICAN CITIZEN”. Many Native Americans, who were granted citizenship rights under the 1924 Act, may not have had full citizenship and suffrage rights until 1948. My father’s right to be a citizen of the United States of American was granted to him by “Immigrates or the Descendants of immigrates”

I have to wonder what my father and those who came before him, those who were drove from their lands, walked the Trail of Tears, those who help build this country would have to say about how we look upon the way those in power, the people we voted into office are reacting to today’s immigration decisions, have they forgotten their ancestors who came to this country and were welcomed with open arms.

I believe we need to stop and think about how we look in the eyes of other countries, to people who may want to make America their home. How many of us do not respect our President, how we are not accepting change.  Are we moving forward or backward?

This is only my opinion and mine alone, of one who watch their father being discriminated against as a child. A father who was not allowed, to walk down the same street next to a powerful white man. A father who worked hard to make a living with little education. A father who would take food off our table to give to someone passing through who was hungry and did not have a job. A father who would fight for all people, be understanding of differences, and fight against discrimination. My father, a True American!  

Getting off my soap box…11.20.2014 ajm

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9 responses to “Citizenship a “right to have rights”…

  1. I am a little of everything, including Native American. I am of Cherokee blood. hence my pseudonym. I believe that many of those who are trying to control our borders and laws really have no right. But…it has always been this way. In the 1800s, they tried the same thing with other European immigrants. I hope that one day, all division can be abolished and the nickname of this country can truly describe it. For, if we are a melting pot, we need to begin melting.

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  2. È inconcepibile, molto triste e ingiusto che i NATIVI Americani non fossero riconosciuti come Americani… Non ho parole per esprimere la mia solidarietà.
    Ti abbraccio.

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  3. I agree with you. I dislike all the anti-immigrant rhetoric, when nearly all of those who repeat it are descendants of people who immigrated here. All four of my grandparents arrived here in the US from Russia early in the 20th century. They were fleeing persecution there, but I’m sure they faced it here, too.

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  4. Your father sounds like a great man.

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