Ignorance Is Bliss... Until It's Hurtful

I’m normally a pretty positive person, but there’s one thing that really gets under my skin—maybe because I’ve experienced it firsthand growing up—and that’s discrimination.

Recently, Marc Anthony was ridiculed on Twitter for singing “God Bless America.” People claimed it was un-American. I was floored. I mean, seriously?

1. He was born in New York.

2. He’s Puerto Rican—which makes him a U.S. citizen.

3. Spanish is the second most spoken language in the world.

4. And the U.S.? It’s literally built on being a melting pot.

He’s also a Grammy-winning artist, but let’s be real—that shouldn’t even matter. Not even a month ago, students at the University of Southern Mississippi chanted “Where’s your green card?” at a Puerto Rican basketball player. Puerto Rican. As in, American citizen. That’s not just offensive—it’s ignorant.

What makes it worse is that many Americans don’t know their own history. Nearly all of us are descendants of immigrants in some form. Even Native Americans are believed to have crossed the Bering Strait from Eurasia. If you have European ancestry, someone in your family got here on a boat, too.

Just because someone speaks another language—or looks different—doesn’t make them any less American. I don’t speak “Mexican” or “Puerto Rican.” I speak Spanish, English, and even a little Italian.

My father served over 30 years in the U.S. Army and retired as a Lieutenant Colonel. I cry every time I hear the national anthem. I have cousins serving in the military. I am proud to be American. But sometimes, I walk into certain places and immediately feel judged—just for how I look.

And yet, at the end of the day, I still love my curly hair and my brown skin. I love that I speak multiple languages. I love my culture. I love how excited we get when someone’s roasting a whole pig in the backyard. I love the music, the food, the spirit, the warmth.

This country is beautiful because of our differences. It’s ignorance that makes it ugly.

Happy Birthday, America! 🇺🇸

Occasions that involve the military always get me in my feelings. I’m the type who cries during the national anthem—every single time. It’s not just patriotism; it’s personal.

My dad retired as a Lieutenant Colonel in the Army and still works for the military as a civilian. I have three cousins currently serving—two in the Navy, one in the Army—and I was once engaged to someone who served in Afghanistan. So, needless to say, I have a deep respect for the sacrifices our servicemen and women make to keep us safe.

I get especially emotional when I see videos of soldiers reuniting with their families or speaking to them while deployed. That stuff hits me right in the heart. I consider myself a strong person, but those moments always bring me to tears.

Right now, I’m especially torn. One of my cousins—who is like a brother to me—is heading back to Afghanistan this month. While I know danger exists anywhere, there’s something especially heavy about someone you love being in a known war zone, where walking on the wrong path could change everything.

Growing up, I told myself I’d never date someone in the military—not because I didn’t respect them, but because I knew I couldn’t handle the lifestyle. My love language is Quality Time (read The 5 Love Languages by Dr. Gary Chapman if you haven’t), and I need that emotional closeness to feel connected. Being apart for months on end is something I really struggled with when my ex-fiancé deployed. I cried nearly every day that first month he was away. The constant worry? It’s a weight that never lifts.

That’s why I have so much admiration for military spouses and partners. Holding down the fort while your person is overseas is no small feat. It takes courage, strength, and endless resilience.

So, this blog is for all the brave men and women who serve, for the families who hold space for them, and for those who’ve lost loved ones in the line of duty. Your sacrifices are seen. Your strength is honored. And today, I’m praying extra hard for my cousins—one heading out soon, and two already far from home. I love you all. Come home safe. 🇺🇸❤️