TOMAS WHITFIELD Two Flags, One Country Identity, belonging, and what it means to be from anywhere and everywhere.
I have never fit neatly into a box on a form. When I was growing up, the form usually offered two choices where my life required at least three. My father was Black, from Memphis. My mother was white, from a small town in Vermont where almost everyone looked like her and almost no one looked like him. They fell in love anyway. They built a life anyway. And they produced me someone who has spent forty years belonging fully to two worlds and being asked, regularly, to choose one.
I stopped being bothered by the question a long time ago. Not because I found an answer, but because I realized the question itself was the wrong one. The asking of it which world do you belong to assumes that identity is a territory with a fence. That you are either one thing or another. That the mixed, the in-between, the both-and, the complicated, are a problem to be solved rather than a person to be known. America has always been more mixed than it admits. More complicated, more layered, more hyphenated than the story we tell about ourselves on holidays and in textbooks. The people who built this country came from everywhere. They brought everything with them languages, foods, traditions, griefs, songs, ways of praying, ways of mourning, ways of celebrating that got braided together over generations into something that is genuinely new in the world. That braiding is not a flaw in the American character. It is the American character. I served in the Army alongside men and women from fifty states and fifteen countries. Nobody asked who anyone's parents were. Nobody cared about the box on the form. What they cared about was: can I count on you. Are you going to be there when it matters. That is the oldest American question. It has nothing to do with where you're from. My father used to say: the country is always becoming. It is never finished. That used to frustrate me when I was young, I wanted it to be done, to be resolved, to be the thing it promised to be. I understand it differently now. The becoming is the point.
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Making it more fair, more honest, more whole, that work does not end. It just passes to the next generation. CLOSE I look like both of my parents. Depending on the light, depending on who's looking, people see different things. I have made my peace with that. What I am is what I am: a man from Memphis and Vermont and the United States Army and this desk, trying to make sense of a country I love precisely because it is still trying to figure itself out. Same as me. I'm Tomas Whitfield. This is the American Desk.