by Brian Bilello and Jennifer Doudna The United States is at a crossroads.
The political landscape is changing rapidly, and our national identities are changing as well.
We are in a post-racial era.
The country is becoming more diverse, more connected, and more prosperous.
But our history has a legacy of racial division.
The American story, like so many others, has a long and complex legacy of white supremacy.
And its consequences continue to reverberate throughout our country.
Today, the American public is grappling with the question: What is our identity?
How do we define our national identity?
How does a nation of immigrants, refugees, and refugees fit in?
How does our identity define our politics and identity?
I’m a writer and journalist who has been covering the American politics for more than 20 years.
I’m also the co-author of “The Rise of American Exceptionalism: The Story of How the United States Became a Global Leader in the 21st Century.”
Today, as we face the challenges that face the nation, I have a simple request: How do Americans define our nation’s identity?
It’s time for a fresh look.
I believe that the American people want to know more about who we are.
So I’m asking: How can we make our nation a more inclusive and democratic place?
It’s a simple question.
But it’s one that every American needs to ask.
We must start by taking a step back and asking, How does a country that’s built by immigrants, African-Americans, Latinos, and other communities fit in with the United Kingdom, France, and Germany?
It was in those countries that the United Nations General Assembly adopted a resolution that declared that all people should be treated equally under the law.
As I read that resolution and reflected on the history of this country, I saw how that message had been passed down through generations of generations of immigrants.
That was one of the first steps toward our modern country.
But today we have a different way of looking at who we really are.
We don’t see the people who were here before us as Americans.
We see them as strangers.
I don’t want to take away from the accomplishments of those countries, but the United State is different.
We are not a white, Christian nation.
Our country was founded on slavery.
The nation that founded our Constitution and that signed the Declaration of Independence also included slaves.
Our Founding Fathers believed that everyone in America was equal.
They were not concerned with race or religion.
They believed that all Americans should be free to pursue their lives according to their own personal moral compass.
I was born and raised in the South.
I am African-American.
I have roots in the African- American community.
I speak a different language.
And I’ve traveled the world.
I know how hard it is for immigrants and refugees to come to this country.
We’ve had to overcome centuries of discrimination and violence.
I know how challenging it is to get here, to be an American.
But I also know that we can be a beacon of hope and opportunity for those who are fleeing oppression and exploitation.
I’m one of those Americans who was born into an immigrant family.
I grew up in Queens, New York, in a diverse family.
My mother was an actress who moved from Italy to the United St. Louis.
My father was a farmer.
My siblings and I went to a Catholic school, and I am the first person to say that my mother is a saint.
My mother was one among a growing group of immigrants who had come to America during the Civil War.
They were called the “Negroes,” because they came from Africa, as well as from other parts of Europe and Asia.
The family settled in what is now New York City, where I am now an undergraduate at New York University.
I came from a working-class family.
My parents were both immigrants to this nation.
They arrived in New York in 1880, and my grandfather came from Senegal, where the United Sates first enslaved people.
They had a difficult life in New England, living in crowded houses and having little choice but to work hard to support their families.
They eventually settled in Philadelphia, where my father worked as a coal miner.
The next generation of immigrants had little choice either.
We are the descendants of the people whose families came here from the Caribbean and the Caribbean.
When my father and my mother came to the U.S., the U:S.
was still under British rule.
When I was a young boy, my family lived in a shack in a South Philadelphia neighborhood called the Deep South.
My parents had no schooling, and they had to depend on the generosity of neighbors.
In a country where slavery was legal and the rule of law was universal, they lived in an apartheid system that had its roots in British colonial rule.
They also lived in the midst of a war that saw a brutal and brutal police force kill