I was born long ago and far away, yet I came here on purpose to meet you. My intention is pure and simple yet disguised to hide the truth behind my position. If you feel the great lengths I took to arrive here beside you were worthwhile, I'm sure you needn't let me know for to speak explicitly of obvious matters is deception and subterfuge in itself. My love for your country is profound, or why else should I stay here most of my life as if in a prison. Of course, your country is my country is our country: one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all, blah, blah, blah. If I take your hand in marriage, do not confuse me for an upright citizen. I am first and foremost, an artist of literature, and therefore a terribly, untrustworthy man. But, no matter, as I am a son of immigrants and thus a case for the bureau, since I am also an anarchist and an arsonist, but more on these matters later. What is most important is that I can never be president. So, no worries, then regarding my pretensions. I am not an axe murderer, at least, not yet, though I know this would make you not unhappy to learn if the opposite were the case.
Shall I put things plainly, in a brown paper sack, so to speak, or do you have issues with the word sack as a reference to a man's scrotum, as one customer at the bookstore made clear one morning to me. Fucking morons! I give up with the lot of you. Ship me back to India in a pine box if you must, since living here, so far away from a home I never knew is hardly worth my time here. For so long, you treat me as the other.
Mindless Americans with no sense of compassion or ability to understand another's condition as one's own. Your bedside manners stink. It is a good thing so few of you are actually doctors. Empathy is an unknown word unless it is painted on the head of a missile. You are a dull and unironic people who find witless people of interest since they know how to play your games. I am bored and tired and dream of living abroad to meet more base and benign tumors such as yourselves. It's been great but nearly fifty years have gone by since my family arrived. I say, my family, but as you can guess, we no longer talk. Not worth their time or my own to spend in argument or unappreciative contempt for each other's values. This is the problem of being born elsewhere, you may or may not fit in with your foster country. You may only observe and not participate to the full degree others do, even if you are a so-called citizen. What a laugh!!!
Who wants to be a citizen of such a backwards nation? Millions of other immigrants who may die never getting the chance to thrive or fail in absurd circumstances. I know my situation. Do you even have a clue how you affect that situation for others?
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