I belong to a diaspora.
My family connects to a South Asian heritage. I was born and grew up in East London suburbs.
My parents (more specifically, my mum) connected to India. More precisely, they connected to the India they left, and they remained connected to that India.
My sense is that diaspora populations (especially those less well-off and not connected to the modern aspirational class) often tell themselves stories of who they are based on where they came from and are then tied to that story. They can remain attached to a romantic notion of their home that, in today’s day and age, rapidly changes. Meanwhile, their homeland is becoming more and more like the USA.
The children of first-generation immigrants often aren’t so attached to the myth of their motherland and are more bought into the myth of their new homeland. This sometimes puts them into an unfortunate intergenerational ideological conflict.
We all tell stories about who we are, which can be based on where we come from (but might not be). We all buy into different myths, the tools that help us drive human cooperation.
I belong to a diaspora group, but I do not feel connected to my national roots, nor to my home country. In fact, I don’t feel vested in any concept of a nation-state. I don’t feel an affinity for religion. Capitalism and money, the dominant myths of our time, make me feel uncomfortable with the direction they take humanity in.
So what myths am I bought into? I believe in the scientific method. At a minimum, I am bought into some form of a cooperative myth around equality and human rights. At some point I’ll have to think what the full list of the myths are and why I believe in some of these myths and not others.