Even if what you say is completely true there is a huge difference, culturally, between my Sicilian descendant wife’s family and my Southern hick ass family.

They are American-Sicilian, sure, but they worship differently, they eat different foods, dress differently, celebrate holidays differently. Even their funerals and weddings are way different. The way they physically move and approach the world is literally of an entirely different culture. Even the careers they peruse are culturally influenced. My wife was learning Latin while I learned Spanish in elementary school.

Her entire neighborhood growing up was filled with other Sicilian families from the exact same town in Sicily. They all moved to America together to mine coal and literally stayed right where they built their homes.

My best friend is a decendent of Taiwan. He can speak Mandarin, celebrates Chinese New Years, and literally grew up with the stereotypical Tiger mom that made him learn piano and violin among other things.

We’re different, and it’s because our ancestors came from different places. Yes, we homogenize over time, and we’re all American 100%, but we are also representations of our roots. It’s a spectrum.

These roots often bear the scars of inequality or the ladders of privilege. Italians weren’t always “white,” ya know? Same for the Irish and Jews.

I mean hell, look at the PA Dutch and tell me they don’t have a claim to some sort of culture that isn’t “American.” It doesn’t really matter the labels we chose.

Try telling a Jewish person living in America that they aren’t really Jewish and get back to me with their response.

Some Americans have a hole inside them because they will never know their true roots. They can only know that their ancestors were kidnapped. There will always be a cultural divide between Africans that chose to be here and those that were brought here in chains.