I was born in Vietnam and I’ve been there ever since.
I love Vietnam, and the people, but I also hate America.
I’m a lifelong American, a Vietnam veteran.
So it’s not surprising that when I was asked to talk about America, my answer was a resounding “no.”
But then I thought about it.
What is it about the United States that makes me feel so strongly about this country?
It’s not the culture, it’s the policies.
For many people, the idea of America as the land of opportunity is a powerful image of the United State.
For others, the country’s policies make them feel more American than American.
But for me, it was the way I saw America from the time I was a child until now.
It was my way of seeing the world.
It’s what I learned to do.
I was living in America for about a year when I got my Ph.
D. I spent three years working for a large company in the United Kingdom.
That’s when I first began to feel what I call “America’s shame.”
I was young, and it felt foreign.
But I learned quickly that the Americans who looked down on me for my accent and the way we spoke in public were not the bad guys I had thought.
They were the people who wanted to take care of me, who cared about me.
In fact, I had a really good job that I loved.
I loved my family, I loved the country I loved, and I was doing a lot of good things.
But it was all so wrong.
I worked there for six years and I realized that I had not learned anything about the world from the people I was working with.
It became clear to me that it was my responsibility to learn how to be an American.
I wanted to make America better, not worse.
I made the journey from being an American, born in America, to the person I am today.
I was not a refugee, I did not come from a country that was going to take me away.
I learned about the American dream, and America made me realize that America could be a better place for all of us.
So I spent the next decade working on ways to make our country more inclusive, to improve the quality of life for all Americans, to ensure that our kids can succeed and live free of discrimination and prejudice.
My experience was very similar to that of the many Americans I have spoken to over the years.
The idea of being an immigrant has been central to American culture for centuries.
In the first half of the 20th century, the term “white man’s burden” was used to describe the burden placed on African Americans by racism and discrimination in American society.
In his book The Color of Change, Malcolm X explained how the term was used during the civil rights movement: “The color of the Negro is not a color that is a color to him, but a color which is a shade of red to him.
The color of his skin is not that of an American man, but that of a black man.”
It was then that the phrase “colored people cannot vote” was coined.
Since then, many Americans have come to believe that the color of one’s skin, race, and citizenship determines one’s place in society.
When a white person says, “I am a member of this community, I am American,” they mean that he or she is part of the community, and he or her has a stake in the society.
Even though America has always had a strong racial history, many people are still unsure about this issue.
When I started my Ph and M program, I knew that my work was going somewhere.
I didn’t know how.
I had never thought about my place in the American family before.
It didn’t make sense to me, and as a graduate student I had no idea what to expect.
One day, I found myself wondering how I could be an authentic American and not feel ashamed of my race.
So I began to research how to change the way people view me.
The answer came down to my family.
As a young person, I was always told I was the “other,” “different,” “other.”
But in reality, I wasn’t.
My parents, brothers, sisters, cousins, and friends all had a role to play in my life, and they all wanted me to be a success.
In my mind, this was the most important lesson I had learned all my life: If you want to be proud of your race, then you have to accept it.
The best way to do this is to acknowledge that you are part of a family, that your parents are American citizens, and that your children are American.
My mom’s family was a mixed-race family, and her parents were immigrants who came to the United Sates from China.
They had been able to learn to live in the U.S. and