What is it like to be me? Well on a day like today, it is painful. It’s not a physical pain, necessarily, but a pain that afflicts my heart and mind. To be like me you walk down the street as two people. The first is as any other, perceiving and being perceived as any other person. Like any other person oblivious to the declining state of things. The other me is completely aware of all that is wrong yet feels helpless in the process of making things change, of making change, of changing the way things are. Here on this street in my
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To be me, is to feel tortured. Tortured because when I leave this earth I want to know things have change, and frankly, as of today, I see things that can and will change but overall the forecast keeps negatively building against us people who want freedom and peace for everyone. I feel tortured and frustrated because the more I learn the more I come to understand that in order for things to change would require turning the way we live up on its end. To change, we must abandon that which gives us a false sense of security. How do you tell the rich few that they must surrender for the many? Surrender tax advantages, surrender the exclusivity of quality education, and surrender your strong hold on commodities and resources. Say farewell to socio-economic and racial marginalization. I feel frustrated because how many honest hard working Americans still think that the plight of the black community at-large is as such, because of their own doing, or lack there of. How many of those people do not understand the implications or the existence of institutionalized racism?
I feel frustrated because awareness of our country’s fiscal status is incurious. And although our banks are not crumbling, a few stalwart financial institutions have received shattering wake up calls. Meanwhile, Americans are still spending and acquiring luxury goods on bad credit. But because their own personal financial standing is not solely based on credit acquired, they fail to see the big picture – the people paying your salary are financing your payroll on borrowed terms. Corporate business practices have hit an all time unscrupulous low – when their bubbles burst the executives walk away with their shirt, while the general work force is left in a typhoon. Our federal government condones this practice of business when a bubble bursts close to the skin, threatening to expose the diseased veins, in a flash they rally billions that were not available for schools and programs designed to end homelessness and lessen the gorge of poverty. And now our government’s hope is that those same Middle Easterners that many have deemed their enemies won’t loose faith in the American dollar?
How can I walk on my Brooklyn street in bliss and in search of fun, when this is the reality of America today? I am a happy person but I am also tinged with scorn. For now I will hold tight to the education which I pursue and have faith in it as my aim evolves from a national perspective to a global eye.