I never truly appreciated how multi-national/multi-cultural California is, despite being in and out of it frequently until I sat down at the Arrival Hall at San Francisco International Airport. My plane got in two hours early, and I was waiting for my friend to pick me up. So i sat there just looking at people (which, by the way, is quite therapeutic). In that one hour, I saw Americans, Mexicans, Chinese, English (there was a flight from London), Indians, etc etc.. and then I caught the movie Crash on my way back. It kinda reminded me how tenuous racial relationships are, even in a country like the US and that these things should never ever be taken for granted.
But one thing is for sure, and I could feel, an American Chinese swears his allegiance to the Stars and Stripes not to the Red Star.
But one thing is for sure, and I could feel, an American Chinese swears his allegiance to the Stars and Stripes not to the Red Star.