My mother was Chinese Malay and my father Australian. In a typical United Nations love story, they met in Zambia, married in Malawi, and I was born in New York.
I was the first American in my family and I gave my parents citizenship when they retired to Florida. As an anchor baby – as I used to teasingly remind Sen. McCain that I am – I appreciate all this country has afforded me.
The beauty of America is that a Eurasian who was conceived in Africa and grew up around the world can feel as patriotic as a fifth-generation Kansan.