You can really separate this book into three parts.
Part one
The story about Samaha's Filipino family and their triumphs and struggles in the Bay Area and Sacramento. In America they've given up a privileged existence in the Phillipines for a shot at something greater like millions of others from around the globe since the immigration reform of the 1960's. Like many in his generation, and most in the future, this is largely a suburban tale. This part of the book I found very interesting and wish there would've been more of it. I was particularly interested in his Trump-supporting devoutly Catholic mother and his uncle who was a rock star in the Phillipines, but now a seasoned baggage handler in San Francisco. This book was written for the white progressive gaze and if nothing else gives some insight into Filipino history, the struggles of Filipino immigrants, the politics and economy of the Phillipines, and the dilemma of contract workers in Saudi Arabia, the United Arab Emirates, and other places (where, along with Indonesians, many Filipinos toil in slave-like conditions).
Samaha didn't discuss his largely absentee, but financially supportive, Lebanese father, much until he gives us a very superficial account of meeting his half-sisters on a New England road trip. These are the children of a wealthy man who owns American power plants which is a super woke profession and I'm sure he is heavily invested in minimizing the carbon footprint of the family. His sisters, who come from a country dominated by Hezbollah, the Muslim Brotherhood, Christian and other clan militias, and the foreign influence of Saudi Arabia, Syria, and Iran, are positively mortified to see Trump signs. It must've been triggering to see MAGA hats instead of the giant banners of Hasan Nasrallah, Ayatollah Khamenei, and Bashar al-Asad, that can be found in Beirut.
Part Two
The second part of this book is history and basically read like the Wiki version of a Howard Zinn book. Instead of a sophisticated outlook of the world in which there are numerous bad actors with sinister motivations, the US being only one of them, this is a telling of history of the 20th Century in which all bad emanates from the US. Glossed over, or not mentioned at all, are the Cambodian Genocide of the Khmer Rouge, the massacare of Muslim minorities in communist Vietnam, and the campaign of violence against rural Muslims in Indonesia by communist rebels, and many more things. This is the kind of logic that led much of progressive Twitter to go into mourning after the killing of Qasim Soleimani, despite his direct role in the creation of death squads that have terrorized civilians in Iraq and Syria including Palestinian refugees.
I was happy to see near the end of the book the author traveled to the Phillipines and discovered many miss the dictatorship of Marcos just as many in Indonesia miss the rule of Suharto. In both cases liberal democracy hasn't delivered what people really want- economic stability and mobility, safety, and a rising standard of living. Instead, in both countries, you've seen the rise of a corrupt and rigged economy favoring the few and heavily dependent on foreign loans.
Part three
The third part of this book is political and deals heavily with racial and identity politics. When I read these parts I immediately knew Samaha was living in Brooklyn. Brooklyn- where the children of white millionaires meet in coffee shops to discuss abolitionism while the NYPD is harassing Black males outside, where newer white residents move into buildings Black and Latino residents have been priced out of, and then put a Black Lives Matter sign up in the window. This is where modern popular progressive racial dogma runs deep. With his presence in Brooklyn Samaha performs a needed role. While gentrification is an overwhelmingly white phenomenon they are often self conscious about this so are eager to welcome a sprinkling of non whites who can give these settings an appearance of diversity. To fulfill this role the non-white person must be of the same high educational and economic class as the white majority and share their brand of progressive politics. People such as Samaha are actually ideal political candidates for these urban political groups to get behind.
In Brooklyn, or the Bay, Samaha can be part of a "POC" or "BIPOC" coalition that is presented as monolithic. The daughter of the deposed Afghan president, who strolled out of the country with $145 million in cash, is living in Brooklyn and in her own words is "Brooklyn cliche" pursuing an "artistic bohemian lifestyle" There she is joined by the children of wealthy American Suburbs and other international rich kids who have sent Black residents packing to the suburbs of Atlanta and Charlotte and Latino residents packing to the suburbs of Miami and Orlando. The Afghan bohemian, under this popular narrative, is one with the Central American migrant working for cash and the Colombian sex worker. It's fitting this week a video in Canada went viral of a wealthy Iranian woman going on a racist tirade against Filipina workers. As a guy who grew-up in working-class California neighborhoods, Samaha knows damn well this is a more accurate glimpse of relations between groups than anything some trust fund hipster is yapping about at a craft brewery.
Samaha dedicates an entire chapter to his playing football. I also played football (and wrestled, boxed, and played baseball) so I was interested in this chapter even though I knew it would probably be awful. It was. Samaha told some familiar football tales before going into a woke diatribe about how football is uniquely American because you fight for and defend territory. I'm not sure what history Samaha studied, but that's pretty much what everyone has been doing since the beginning of recorded history. The real reason for this chapter was an origin story and coming of age. He was saying I once played and enjoyed football like the filthy suburban breeders driving their SUV's and former Black Brooklyn residents, but now I've seen the light, I apologize for my sins, and please baptize me with soy latte and let me eat from thine holy bread oh Brooklyn hipsters (avocado toast).
After reading the football part I said to myself- "this guy is not cool". Samaha redeemed himself in my eyes after acknowledging he was a huge fan of Filipino boxing legend Manny Pacquiao and it was this interest that rekindled his search for roots and a trip back to the homeland. I'm also a huge Pacquiao fan. After further research I discovered that Samaha began his writing career in my hometown of St. Louis writing for a publication I have a couple of bylines in. When I looked up an article he'd written on boxing I was in the background of a photo at a local gym. Small world.
Samaha closes with his mother upset that she'd thought her American flag had been torn down in California. He tells her that, although she is proud to be an American, now isn't a good time to be hanging a flag because of the political climate and the fact the flag is hateful to many people given its symbolism. I'm not a flag waiver or a fan of flags; but I think we all know, especially after ample video evidence from the summer of 2020, if that flag would've been torn down it wouldn't have been by Black or Latino kids- it would've been the actions of young white hipsters on a mission of performative adventure.
Conclusion
This book is a 3.5. I think this could've been a great book had he stuck to the family story and tales of the Filipino diaspora. Samaha is a very strong and talented writer. In this book he both tried to do too much and when it came to history and politics was cliche and generic not challenging the reader. I often ask myself why are people still coming to America? This appears to be an empire in decline with the best days behind us. The rights for the working-class are minimal and the level of violence in our cities is akin to that of war zones. Then I talk to immigrants, I see their children prosper, and talk to people overseas whose dream it is to come to America. They tell me their problems and I see why they want to come to this very flawed land. In the end Samaha came to the basic conclusion I have- every place pretty much sucks for some reason or another, but for many people, aspiring immigrants included, America may be the place that sucks the least. These new waves of immigrants are eroding old racial lines and creating a complicated, but dynamic and sometimes beautiful new America.