Maybe you've heard of me. My name is Jane Kim. I was born in Korea, but I grew up in America, and I grew up thinking I was American. It was only after I won a pageant title that I found out I wasn't a U.S. citizen. I had to give up my crown.
It's embarrassing to find out something so personal about yourself in front of the whole world. I felt like the football player who ran the wrong way and scored a touchdown for the other team. I didn't want to be remembered as just a girl who made a very public mistake.
But the Fourth of July is here again, and it has helped me put my own little problem in perspective. I always enjoyed the Fourth, during all those years when I was celebrating as an American. But now that I'm a "foreigner," I find that this holiday means even more to me.
The people we honor on the Fourth of July didn't have much to celebrate when they declared American independence. They were at war. They were wanted by the British. They didn't really have a country yet. All they had was an idea.
Today, I can identify a little more with those people, even though I'm a very unimportant person compared to them. Suddenly, I don't have the country I always thought was mine. I'm on the outside looking in. I can't simply be an American, I have to become one. But that makes me appreciate even more what it means to belong to this great country.
I used to dream of reigning over the USA, and now I just want to be part of it. It will take me time, but I will do it. Until then, I want to wish all you Americans a happy Fourth. Be grateful for your country.