Assimilated into the collective

This morning’s Boston Globe has a terrifying story — it’s how the children of immigrants are rejecting their parents and their culture and — horror of horrors! — speaking ENGLISH.

The Globe article trots out a veritable plethora of excuses reasons why we should worry about young people learning and preferring English, and speaks glowingly of those who resist the sirens’ call of American pop culture, holding fast to their native language, customs, and whatnot.

Underlying all this is the unspoken prejudice, the bigotry at the root of all these arguments: that there is nothing innately worthy about America, little praiseworthy of American culture, American language, American beliefs. That people should preserve their ancestral tongues and ways in the face of the unending onslaught of the crass, base, vulgar American way of life.

Here’s a hint to the Boston Globe: English is the de facto national language. And while speaking a second language is laudable (a skill I sadly lack), a fluency in spoken and written language is essential for success in America.

And America has little to apologize for, and we should defer to no one or no other nation in pride of our nation and our heritage. It’s a long-standing tradition that the United States flag — at least within the United States — takes second place to no other flag, and it is something we should apply that same pride to our own conduct.

America is not perfect. There is a great deal that we don’t do as well as others, and we should freely acknowledge that.

But one element of American culture is that when we see something we admire in another culture, we adapt it. We assimilate it. We take it and make it our own. We steal it, if you like.

Other nations can take pride in their ethnic and cultural purity. (Hell, the French even have a whole government bureaucracy set up just for that purpose.) We Americans are mutts, of questionable heritage and parentage, and cheerfully embrace that. We have taken the best (and worst) of all people, all cultures, and built that into the wealthiest, most powerful nation the world has ever seen.

So, if a bunch of kids have decided that they would rather speak English than Spanish, if they believe that their future lies not in a “bilingual” (which often translates into “non-English”) education and world, then perhaps they’re a bit smarter than the Boston Globe.

Hell, they probably are. They haven’t been educated and inculcated and indoctrinated as thoroughly as the Globe’s staff of politically-correct twits. They haven’t spent years insulated from the real world, aloft in their ivory towers.

I’d say any one of those Lawrence kids are worth at least a dozen Boston Globe staffers.

Killer King
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