‘I pledge allegiance to the U.S., so help me GOD’

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Published on: 08-07-2015 Last modified on: 23-04-2024
Every week overjoyed Individuals take the oath of allegiance and become American. A story about Rachel, an American considering the opposite; renunciation.

‘One day last November, when visiting the United States I was walking through Oakland on my way to meet a friend in Berkeley, when I passed the old Paramount Theater, a gorgeous Art Deco theater.

That day the theater was open at 8:30 in the morning, and people were streaming in. Instead of continuing by, as I’d done every day before, I stopped and asked what was going on. Apparently, it was a citizenship ceremony. Immigrants taking on American citizenship would take part in a ceremony to welcome them to their adopted country.

People were standing around, talking in groups, or slowly making their way into the theater. An usher pointed and called, “New citizens in the theater, families upstairs!”

Suddenly, I found myself choking up, overwhelmed by a rush of sadness. I nearly burst into tears in the middle of that lobby, and hurried for the door into the cooler morning air, trying to suppress the tears threatening to flow. Composing myself, I continued my walk, trying to figure out why I’d had such an upwelling of emotions.


The importance of US citizenship had hit me in the gut. Those people around me were absolutely joyous at receiving it and had undoubtedly worked hard to get it. And here I was, contemplating giving it up.

It made me realize that I don’t really want to renounce my citizenship. It would be the most practical—and perhaps the most sensible—thing to do. It would appease my husband, who’s so unhappy about how our personal financial information has to be handed over to the US government under the FATCA regime.

Once I finish withdrawing my money from US accounts, it would save me from having to file those onerous and privacy-invasive forms that are now required of expatriates. It would save me the money I’ve been spending to pay an accountant to fill in the forms for me. I could be treated for taxation purposes like everyone else in the world (other than Americans and Eritreans), who pay taxes where they live.

Nevertheless, this emotional attachment I feel to the US goes deeper than I thought. I love the US, despite everything that’s wrong with it, and despite my simultaneous emotional attachment to the Netherlands. ‘

If you missed the first part of Rachel’s story click here

Rachel Heller lives in Groningen and comes from Connecticut originally. She’s lived here long enough to feel like it’s home—‘most of the time, at least’, she says.  Her husband, Albert, is Dutch, which brought her here. She has two kids: a daughter who is studying graphic design in the US, and a son who’s in the equivalent of 11th grade. She spends most of her time teaching (English and American Studies at a teacher-training college), but right now is on sabbatical. Up till today, Rachel has kept her U.S. passport.

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