Look at my name. What do you see? Where do you think my family might have originated from in the first place? (Hint: My grandmother spoke fluent Russian, Bohemian, German, and broken English. My father spoke beautifully fluent German, in addition to American English.)
Today there were four of us in the office at work. A young lady from Russia, a very nice gentleman from Bangladesh, a fellow software engineer from China, and myself from (well, you're supposed to be figuring that out on your own). All four are either native born or naturalized American citizens.
By your writings, you don't seem to evidence much of an understanding of Americans at all. With the exception of Native Americans (who got screwed in the deal, and for which I'm truly sorry), we're ALL from someplace else. Asking someone where they are from is a staple topic here in any conversation after meeting someone new.
So tell me again, why on earth would I have a problem with a European-centric anything?
I'm not like you. I wouldn't.