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I See People Getting So Caught Up In Celebrating Diversity That They Are Neglecting Their Commonality. I Don't See This As A Good Thing. The Chinese Culture Has Survived For More Than Five Thousand Years In Part Because The Chinese Have Embraced The Same Language And Culture. I Hope I Am Wrong About This, And That The Flame Is Still On Beneath The Great American Melting Pot. Americans Need Each Other, And A House Divided, No Matter The Color Of Its Occupants, Is Still Divided. And Divided We All Fall.

-Richard Paul Evans

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Richard Paul Evans

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I See People Getting So Caught Up In Celebrating Diversity That They Are Neglecting Their Commonality. I Don't See This As A Good Thing. The Chinese Culture Has Survived For More Than Five Thousand Years In Part Because The Chinese Have Embraced The Same Language And Culture. I Hope I Am Wrong About This, And That The Flame Is Still On Beneath The Great American Melting Pot. Americans Need Each Other, And A House Divided, No Matter The Color Of Its Occupants, Is Still Divided. And Divided We All Fall.

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