I am back in the States for a short period of time. Having left Mexico a bit quicker than I had wanted. Big lesson learned from that country. I am not really an American. I mean, I understand this is where I was born, the nationality of the passport that I carry, and all that jazz.
However, the real indigenous Americans, the Native aboriginals of this hemisphere live in Mexico and other places on the continents, I and probably you, are the descendants of European immigrants to this place. There were people here thousands of years before us, and although we did a great job of disenfranchising them in the States, in other places they are thriving.
Sometimes slowly and awkwardly assimilating into what has become the predominant form of economic development in the world, the globalization of capitalism.
I digress, in short, I guess I am about as American as apple pie, but not as American as tlayudas, tamales, posole or mole.