The American Stew of Privilege

In America, we pride ourselves on being a “melting pot.” There are few thoughts more appetizing than a hearty stew prepared over an open flame. A metal pot blackened and scarred by flames relentlessly lapping against its cast-iron skin while it holds together and maintains the integrity of the stew’s contents. Yet, in our metaphor we have focused too long on the ingredients melding together, and forsaken attending to the pot.