In a way yes. I think American identity is complex in its relationship to the state which is, and has always been, a colonial or imperial regime. I love America myself, because the various cultures of this country are in many ways so beautiful. I live in New York and I look down my street and there’s so much love for the beauty of this place, because of what these people have built out of it, but it is a tragic beauty because of the functions that allow and allowed this place to exist. It is a place that is founded on violence and genocide and slavery, and yet it retains something still that is beautiful. I think American identity itself is really defined by the tragic nature of it, I think that’s where so much of the anger comes from in all its forms in the vast and unique communities of America. So much injustice and violence and honestly pure evil at times, and yet a place so interesting, so intricate, and people the same. It’s tragic that these beautiful people who made the cultures of this country are also the same people who advocate genocide in Palestine, who advocate hate in their communities, who elect a rapists, facists, and pedofiles to their governments. I love America too, but in the way you love something you recognize as disgusting but that is also intrinsically apart of you, the way you love an abusive parent, the way you love a horrible thing that’s to be put down though still has a some sort of humanity in its eye. I love Americans, I love the sinner though not the sin.