I think the name thing, especially the politiacly correct name thing can be taken too seriously. I don't know were they came from, but once upn a time they did'nt mean much. America has always been a great melting pot, with people from all walks of life going into the mix, and in the end, we're better for it. Iron is just iron, not good for much till you add some vanadium, or nickle, some carbon, maybe some chrome, and then you have an alloy that is better than the componants.
As the first one in my generation of family to be born in the U.S. I have some feelings on this that may collor my feelings on names and labels. I've also had the good fortune to have worked for almost 20 years in an environment that had co-workers that were good old American country boys, people from Viet Nam, Korea, Peru, Mexico, El Salvadore, India, Nigeria and the Ivory Coast. All had a rich culture that I think I learned something from, and maybe am a richer person to have known them. I know that my experiances with other cultures has made an influence in how I do things because I saw a co-worker use a different approach to it. Kind of like thinking outside the box. From my El Salvadorian friend who went fishing with us after work, I learned a small 10-12 inch machete can be used for just about anything. I never saw anyone prosses pan fish so quick than Americo with his little Tramontina. Like bagels on an assembly line. He only had two knives, a small barlow and his Tramontina. I ended up selling off my collection of big fixed blade knives and now just keep a small machete stached places. From my West African friend Jonas I learned how delicious a simple goat stew was.
I've come to the conclussion that we're all pretty much the same. We want to be respected for who we are. We have the same hopes and dreams, we want our children to have a better life than we had, we want a little piece of real eastate to be who we are without getting killed for it.
I think its only important to know the persons name, and then the person. Then after a while nothing else seems to matter. I came to this conclussion several years ago when I was fishing with some friends and ex-coworkers. There I was on a shady bank of the Potomac river watching Wayne (country boy), Jonas(Ivory Coast), Tam(Viet Nam), and Tony(Peru), catching fish, drinking beer, and having a good time. Somehow labels did'nt seem to matter.
Thanks Jackknife. More great wisdom from your experiences.
One great thing about living in Oakland is how diverse the culture is here.