Please – Blog No. 15

Before you swear at the next refugee, or spit on the shadows of heartbroken immigrants, or victimise displaced persons – consider this:

There will come a time when you – yourselves – might require asylum.  When that time comes you will understand how it feels to be at the mercy of a system you are unable to control.  It is a frightening feeling, having something other than yourself decide your fate – based on what it thinks it knows of your situation.  Systems are systems for a reason.  People are human for a reason.  Letting a system decide your fate is not what humans do.  Or at least – they shouldn’t.  You decide your own fate – and in doing so, you can change the fates of many people who currently cannot make that choice for themselves.

WakeTheFuckUp

The next time you find it wisest to sit on the side-lines and watch human atrocities atrophying the human mind, remember that that paralysis is ultimately going to be yours.  Each boat-load of hopeless humans is a weight around our collective necks.  Every exile, ourselves.  Please.  Let’s find solutions.  Enough children have died for causes that were never theirs’ to fight.  More than enough.  It is time that adults began seeing eye to eye and teaching their children that in this world – there are alternatives to war.

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3 responses to “Please – Blog No. 15

  1. White collar robbery, forcible eviction, racketeering and extortion by government officials forcing their political adversaries to pay bribes and anyone who they deem unfit for their religion, and cops beat him senseless without cause for arrest and try to bury him in prison, but he is not guilty so he retreats to camping in a tent living like an indian off the reservation, like a refugee, and he writes stories about his learning experience and publishes this book, Raise the Flag: Lean Thy Arms to make something better for you to buy and read. https://youtu.be/IH-uSLBVfC0

  2. One of my grandmas immigrates to the US when she is young, about ten years old. She meets my grandpa here, although they live only twenty miles apart in Europe this is a long way to travel by horse and buggy. She serves him well. Sews their clothes, cans fruit and vegetables, bakes their weekly bread, prepares and cooks meals. Some say she waits on him like she is his slave, but no, she says, she serves him like he is her husband and this is her purpose in life. https://youtu.be/IH-uSLBVfC0

  3. Beautifully written. We should also remember that our ancestors, at some point, were not citizens of the United States. My mother was a first generation American.

    Love,
    Janie

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