Mamdani: There is a term so often used to describe our nation and those who have shaped it: American exceptionalism.
American exceptionalism, the conventional wisdom tells us, makes our freedom a little more free, is how we dug the Erie Canal and irrigated the West, is why children in far away lands grow up dreaming of one day moving here.
And yet the irony is that the story of America has so often been written by those who were told by others with power and influence and wealth that they were anything but exceptional.
For generation after generation, we have been told that when the world has sent its people to our shores, it has not sent its best. It sent Puritans and Sikhs and Quakers and Muslims and Jewish people who were banished for praying the wrong way, worshipping the wrong Gods, angering the wrong people. It sent peasants and serfs from who were treated as less because they hardly owned clothes, let alone land. It sent immigrants for whom power was something someone else had.
We are told that America is exceptional because we are richer, stronger, more powerful than everyone else.
The truth, my friends, is that America is exceptional because here, nothing is fixed into place. The frontier may be closed, we may have walked on the moon, but the work of fulfilling the values first enshrined in the Declaration of Independence-that work endures, my friends, and it belongs to us all.
It belongs too to our newest Americans, those standing here with me today, all of whom were recently naturalized. Nearly a decade ago, I too felt what you feel— the joy of no longer being just a New Yorker, but an American too.
The baby group chat has been a lifesaver sometimes. I remember when our daughter was 4 months old, we still weren't sleeping through the night and we were soo exhausted. We messaged the chat at 7:30 am, and @kailajlim picked her up by 9. We went back to sleep :)
This is so real. I hate the “white people don’t understand that this is just how our parents are” excuse. I can’t keep watching my non-white friends break up with their soulmates because their parents threw a tantrum about interracial or interfaith relationships.
Men are like handsome little ogres. For all their talk of stoicism and self-sufficiency, they melt under the gentle touch of a woman. Something as simple as a curated breakfast bowl adds tenderness to their day. They are beguiled by the feminine magic.
boomer origin stories are always like "Finally at 35 years old I decided to get serious with my life -- fortunately there was a national shortage of hedge fund analysts"
This is exactly what they did when Biden was canceling billions of dollars of student loans every month. They don’t celebrate good policy like we do, they almost, in weird way resent it.
Maybe Zohran isn’t an “actual socialist”. Maybe he’s a social democrat who’s helping to soften the public’s opinion of socialism so YOU can have more room to convince the masses that YOUR actual socialism & YOUR actual communism is needed more than HIS social democracy.
She said yes! 💍
A few months ago, I told Shirley we were invited to a work gala at the Frick Museum on the 17th. I hired a calligrapher to make a fake fancy invitation and everything.
When we got there, the "gala" staff told us we could explore the collection and to eventually make our way to the garden atrium where the gala party was.
We walked through the Fragonard room and I shared the story behind the four “Progress of Love” paintings, from “The Pursuit” to “Love Letters,” and how some people believe the statue in the last piece, “Love Letters,” is Amitié (friendship), which could imply that the climax of love isn’t just passion but friendship. I told her how much I value the relationship and friendship we’ve built over the past couple of years.
We then made our way to the atrium where she started to realize that there was no gala. I shared that I commissioned my own "love letter" for my best friend and that I was excited to show it to her. She saw the piece at the end of the garden, admired the details, and eventually noticed the artist placard titled
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Shirley, will you marry me?
— Rousseau Kazi, 2026
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...when she looked back, I was on one knee, she said yes (woo!), and then saw her family who flew in from across the country to celebrate the moment with her.
Being able to privately explore the museum and take photos with our family was a magical experience. Afterwards, I told her that I got us a table for our family at a restaurant she always wanted to go to. When she got there, she was greeted by 50 of our closest friends.
We ate amazing food, caught up with everyone, and I exhaled realizing that I get to spend the rest of my life with a person I love so deeply.
Those who know me know that I view myself as a story builder more than anything. I got into building products even because it felt like the best way to share a story at scale.
I viewed the proposal as a story that I got to craft and gift to the person I love. We'll hang the art piece in all of our future homes and when people ask her about it, she'll have a nice story to tell and a memory to relive.
Thanks to all of my family, friends, vendors, etc., who made this whole thing possible. Still can't believe how it all came together.
Easily the best day of my life.
tale as old as time: leftists thinking their fringe beliefs are universally accepted. a very small percentage of people legitimately think obama is a war criminal (not debating that point, it’s not about opinion, it’s the fact that it’s not a commonly held opinion) and he’s an extremely popular politician. yall have the political instincts of a raccoon