The Myth of Fair

Okay, I know, I know.  I haven’t written in some time.  Truth is, I’ve been watching in amazement at some of the things that have been going on in this Nation.  I’m amazed at how easily people fall into compliance with things that clearly go against the grains of humanity.  One of the most heavily used words I’ve heard over the course of the past few weeks is the word fair.  What is fair?  To me, fair means that resources, treatment, opportunities, and otherwise are equitable.  Again, based on my loose understanding of the word fair, I can only reach the conclusion that fair is a myth.  There is no fair.  There is only what is.  As one can clearly tell, I was not born with the silver spoon.  With that being said, I grew up knowing people who complained about “fair” while others seemed to prosper under the guise of “legal and policy.”  Simply put, legal policy has very little to do with fair and everything to do with protection.  The real question, in my opinion, should be who is being protected?  It’s clearly not me or mine.  It’s clearly not my community.  It’s clearly not anyone that I have an intimate relationship with.  Who is it?  I believe that legal policy is designed to protect the interest, position, power, and finances of the wealthy.  Period.  The rest of us are required to “make it work” for our interests as best we can.  What is going on right now with immigration is clearly unjust.  However, it is legal policy.  I firmly believe that this legal policy is wrong.  I also believe that we, as a sovereign nation, must act now.  This Country was built by immigrants, so I don’t believe that people, many of whom have no idea what it means to struggle, should design or implement policies that aren’t aligned with the very principles this Country was founded upon.  The debate over the American borders is really blowing my mind because when my ancestors were forced to come to this Country, the powers that be were all about open borders.  Why?  It directly benefited them. Now that minorities are beginning to find not only hope, but also opportunity, the borders are becoming a problem.  Our problem isn’t the borders.  Our problem is the people that we elect to represent us.  That is our biggest problem, yet we seem either unwilling or unable to do anything about it.  As I said in one of my previous posts, the only difference between being a poor minority and a poor white person is often times, the zip code.  Other than that, everything is the same.  It amazes me that so many people who, although a different ethnicity, are in the same boat as me.  Yet, they profess undying love and faith in our president.  As you can see, as long as this man remains in office, I will write the word president with a small p because this man, in my opinion, represents small ideals, actions, and beliefs.  Prior to campaigning for president, this man gave NOTHING to the people he now claims to love and represent.  Prior to campaigning, this man was not a Patriot, nor did he demonstrate an undying commitment to America.  I believe that, to some degree, many Americans have become drunk off of the “Trump Punch,” and they find themselves saying, doing, and believing things that otherwise, they wouldn’t.  How much more are we willing to take?  How much more are we willing to sit back and watch?  This isn’t the United States of America anymore.  This is Donald Trump’s America.  I will never pledge my allegiance, commitment, or support for Donald Trump’s America.  Listening to children scream in pain and agony for their parents because they came in search of a better life has done something to me.  Watching and hearing the Holy Bible twisted in a manner that seemed to benefit wrongdoing has done something to me.  Watching the class, dignity, and honor that this Country once stood for erode has done something to me.  Because all of those things have done something to me, I am going to do something.  I am choosing to be non-compliant and silent about these injustices that are being committed in this Country.  I am now placing my sole faith, trust, and love in the Creator and Love.  I believe that the Creator has given me strength and Love has given me purpose and courage.  Collectively, I can now do anything.  If you remain silent in the face of injustice, you are condoning it.  If you are compliant with injustice, you are supporting it.  If you are supportive of the unjust, you, yourself are unjust.  Now is the time to see what you are really made of.  Now is the time to demonstrate what it means to be an American.  The immigrants that are now entering this Country are coming armed with only hope.  The original settlers, well…. Let’s just say that had a little more than Bibles.  If only we truly believed what we are supposed to stand for.  Stand up America.  Fight Back.  Stand.  Speak.  Unite.  Make America American Again.

As always, this week, do something to help someone else for no other reason than to make their lives better.  Also, if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us.  Patrick

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