These three individuals from very different backgrounds have one major theme in common: they hate of their simplified first names. In a country with as much diversity as the United States immigrants, children of immigrants and people of color in general never thoroughly learn about their own native history as well as the truth about America’s history in school. How can we stay interested in school when those we are expected to learn about and idolize as our forefathers have nothing in common with our true experiences other than having the same first name?
It is very common for immigrants to give their children Americanized names or a second name to be called in school and other public settings as a mean to try to assimilate their children into the American culture. But in reality, it only furthers marginalizes them because being given a common American name does not mean one is accepted into the culture as a true part of it. There is a true lost of identity and culture when ones doesn’t know their own history and is never given something like a good first name to make them feel somewhat more attached to their roots. Americans are obsessed with teaching us how to lose our accents, reducing our beautiful names full of ethnicity and history to pet names because our names are too difficult to say and our culture is too different to understand.
With that being said, this poem is really self-explanatory. Watch and really listen to what is being said and take pride in where you come from. Go read up on your native country’s history, find comfort in roots and celebrate the fact that your name isn’t Robert Diddlesworth.