Personal Narrative: An American Identity

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An “American” identity is created by the conflicts and tragedies that shaped our country. The day President Kennedy was shot. When Angel Island’s administration building was burned. Everything that made us who we are brought us together, it had us believe that their was a way to get past whatever situation we were in.
“In the early 1940’s the administration building of the Angel Island Immigration burned, and the facilities were turned over to the Army for the war effort.” (Dungy81) The exposition of what the burning at Angel Island Immigration caused for us makes you realize that we need to come together. The citizens of the USA needed to have someway to support the people affected by a tragedy.
“But the day President Kennedy was shot there

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