When I was born in the United States, I automatically became a U.S. citizen. My parents, who arrived in America as refugees in the 1950s, had to undergo naturalization, but for my sisters and me, the citizenship was automatic. I thought little of it. I knew the words to the national anthem (which has a fiendishly difficult score of very high and very low notes), I recited the Pledge of Allegiance each morning at school with my hand over my heart. I was an American or, to put it more precisely, a Latvian American. To a large extent, my Latvian and American lives were separate.I atten...
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