The 4th of July is a special day to us Americans. It
symbolises a celebration of our freedom, our independence from Britain and our
birth as a separate country. I love the 4th of July.
I have no bad memories of
the holiday. I have celebrated it around the world, China, Britain, USA. I have
celebrated it multiple different ways. As a child it was always a family + friend
holiday, we would spend it BBQ’ing in the backyard or tailgating in a grocery
store parking lot. As night fell we would watch the fireworks light up the
nights sky and I would fall asleep as the adults talked.

As an adult I’ve had to work on the holiday. But that never
bothered me because my colleagues and I were always in fantastic moods and
acted like comrades because it was our nations holiday! No matter where I
worked, I knew my employer would offer us good food and make sure our shift was
fun.
4th of July in China was about educating people about
the holiday and enjoying our mutual admiration and love for America. The
Chinese embraced it, and even helped us find fireworks for the occasion.
But the same can’t be said for Britain. The more 4th of
July’s I spend in England, the more depressing it is. I never fail to hear
people say ‘you are all just a bunch of ungrateful colonials’. And they gripe
about how they didn’t try very hard during the American Revolution to keep us
as a colony of Britain. The last thing they want to do is celebrate our
independence. The 4th of July is actually quite a sore subject with Brits.

I’ve never been treated as less than another person until I came
to England. I feel that I am regularly judged and looked down upon for being an
American. I think it is residual resentment for us earning our freedom, and the
huge success we have had as our own country. But, people frequently are
negative towards me just because I am from the USA.
Well to them I say, I’m American and damn proud of it! I do not
try and pronounce things the British way, I don’t strive to use the British
slang. I don’t put on a faux British accent to try and assimilate. I respect
the British but I’m still a loud, opinionated American, and I will scream that
from the roof tops. I know my country isn’t perfect, but I won’t deny it as my
own.

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