Equality among people has been a struggle for centuries. There are class difference where treatment is based on economics or blood lines. There are social difference where group acceptance leads to empowerment. There are other interest where commonality will make or break you. And the fight for equality in treatment was always there in full force at every corner.
Today my heart aches with this fight of centuries. Our base behavior is not of love but of privilege. We see race as one thing instead of seeing the power of humans in a brotherhood. We fall on skewed history to continue the lines of differences, where those lies continue for centuries of learned behavior. We follow the misleading beliefs about an ethnic group, one being better than another. And its simply because we’re taught to believe such bull.
My heart aches like any person who once believed in our country coming together as one. It’s like I was baffled to fight for love of country, living in a scheme where the righteous privileged doesn’t have to contribute for the life style or given courtesies. I guess their privilege is expected by birth. I ached because I have seen the poor and dreary, the strong and weak, come forward and represent as %1 of the population and sacrifice themselves for the overall good. Yet here we are again, striving for common ground to advance closer to equality gazing with open arms and hearts.
Not today, I’m sorry to say, not today. Why? Because the fight we had years for progression has turned it’s ugly head. Today we’re afraid on every side of the aisle. Fear has taken us by storm. I mean, politics are disruptive and centered around a privilege group. Those who want to maintain their privilege blindly supports it, as if they too are the top 1% of the population. Those who follow a regime based on hate is now influential on multiple scales. And people who are blind to it, make excuses for it. Yes, this is our America.
We don’t get a pass on the divisive behavior. We don’t listen nor see truth anymore. We skew a belief and make it the reality. We, I write we as if the fight is ours and not one against the other, are holding for a wall to separate us from the world. But I’m blind to a hopeful future and still holding a belief that one day we shall sing and stand arm in arm, harmonizing a ballad of love.
We do not get a pass for our behavior.