Proud of what? The question of pride in identity has troubled me for quite a while. Here's why: your race, your gender, your nationality are all accidents of birth. They are not accomplishments. I was raised to be proud of things I earned, not the stuff I was lucky enough to be born with (globally, the citizen of a country where few starve; nationally, the member of a race who needn't fear "driving while white."
Grateful? Yes, but damn sorry for those who can't say the same.
Proud? No. I save that emotion for things I have earned.