The results of my family DNA test are in: I am Hispanic. Yes, 7% of my ancestry has been traced to Spain and Portugal. It does not matter my name, skin color or where I was born – proof has been revealed.
Although 50% of my DNA is traced to the British Isles, 31% to Ireland, 4% to Russia and 2% to the Turkey/Armenia region, I choose to be Hispanic. You say I cannot choose? The president chooses to be black. If I am not Hispanic, then what am I?
Let’s explore the possibilities. Am I British? No, I am not in line to be king. Irish? It’s possible – I love St. Patrick’s Day and enjoy Guinness beer. Russian? No, I am a dreaded capitalist. Armenian? Maybe. I eat pilaf and shish kebab quite often.
The numbers are in – as a Hispanic in California, I am no longer a minority. No benefit. Well then, back to appearance. I am a bit pasty, pink really. No, that won’t help me. Liberals want me feel to feel guilty for that.
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OK, how about American? Yes! Born here, raised here and proud to be! Hope you are, too.
Jeff Davis, Clovis