Hello America, my name is Ophira Eduin. My father was a Japanese citizen who immigrated to America in 1943. During World War Two, he was temporarily interned in a Japanese American relocation camp because of his ancestry. There, he met and married my white mother, who was an aide at the camp. After his release, he joined the military, and was ultimately awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor for bravery during armed conflict. I never knew him. I am not like you, but am all of you, American, a citizen, a patriot. My family sacrificed to make this country strong.
Hello America, my name is John Zhingaler. My father died before I was born. He was a house painter. My mother tells me that he wanted me to be an American. You see, he was from Guatemala, and didn’t speak English, but started a business in 1970. After a long illness, he passed away. My mother, who is black, often speaks of him. My mother also continued the family business after his death, and built it into a multimillion dollar endeavor. She made sure I studied, went to school, and strived for education. Today, I am the chief podiatrist at a major hospital. I am not like you, I am different, but the same. I am a long road to hope, an American.
Hello America, my name is Carrie Sanchez. My mother is a Mexican American. My family came here from Juarez in the late 1980’s. We never had much, but we wanted the gift that America offered. <y father stayed behind because he did not want to leave the security of his hard and low paying job. Basically, he was comfortable with the little he had, and didn’t want to take the chance of America. My mother cleaned houses and hotels for years to provide for us. Despite the language difference, she always tried and strived to do better. I learned from her that America is not a dream, it is all of us. Many people dislike our being here, but my mother always dismissed these notions, and told me to America is a bunch of individuals, not a group. Today, I am a Colonel in the United States Army. I am different than you. My family comes from a different place, a different history. I am proud, because each day I think I make a contribution</p>
Hello America, my name is Barack Hussein Obama. I was born in 1961, in Honolulu, Hawaii, to Barack Obama, Sr., a black Kenyan of Nyang’oma Kogelo, Siaya District, Kenya, and Ann Dunham, a White American from Wichita, Kansas. My mother was an anthropologist who specialized in rural development. .My mother and father divorced, following which I saw my father only once before he died in an automobile accident in 1982. My mother remarried and the family moved to f Indonesia in 1967, where I attended local schools. Finally, I returned to Honolulu to live with my maternal grandparents. Ultimately, I graduated from Harvard Law School, and after many other stops in life, am not a United States Senator. My mother was an American, as well as my maternal grandparents, but I am different from you. However, we share a common bond, a history, togetherness. I am proud of the person my mother made me, and the values instilled by my grandparents.I would like to be your President
We are all different. Our stories vary, however, all men and women are created equal, and endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. As such, we the people of the United States, formed a perfect union, established justice, insured domestic tranquility, provided for the common defense, promoted the general welfare, and endeavored to secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity. We are different, from different places and pasts, but the sum total of us begins with each individual, Americans ALL.
Hate is NOT America!! We are all different, yet in this together