Let me start by giving you a Star and Flag for this very well articulated post.
In 1989 my feet touched the tarmac in Miami. I was coming from Costa Rica, my parents, a ten year long journey from Cuba to America that took them
trough Costa Rica, where my brother and I were born. We are political refugees.
I'm almost 24 now, I remember the first time I saw a television, the first time I saw a flushing toilet, the first time I saw a modern car, my first
day in an American school....No uniforms... I always wondered about that.
But that's what it's all about right? That's what I thought. For many, many years. Until 9/11. I stood aside and watched. Trying to figure out my
place in America, who was, and still is, very scared of foreigners...(Not without good reason mind you.). So like many I was quiet. I would
occasionally say things like, "we had this coming", or "Has anybody stopped to think about why they actually hate us?", but that made no waves,
and I wasn't seeking to make any.
Flash to the Iraq War... "They will greet us as Liberators, not Invaders". "Iraq has massive stockpiles of Weapons of Mass Destruction, and is
poised to use them.", "I think Iraq and Al-Qaida are indistinguishable.", "We will build schools, we will rebuild their energy infrastructure, and
re-organize their military forces." ..."Mission Accomplished", "Insurgency beginning to create a real problem.", "Iraq is in the midst of Civil
At this point my brother had already joined the Army. And by this time, a growing number of people were waking up to the reality that Bush is, in
fact, lying. And that this war is nothing more or less than that. A lie.
Turns out my brother was now fighting for corporate interests, fighting to preserve the the ability of individuals and corporations both real and fake
to rob the Iraqi piggy bank blind. And do the same with no-bid contracts...Billions of American Tax
and this on profiteering
)that are now gone.
At this point I didn't know what to think...The propaganda had actually gotten to me in a small, but rather profound way. It had put the suggestion
in my mind that my brother was now part of this war, and I should support my brother, but what about this war? Does that mean I have to shut up about
the war to support my brother?
In many circles it meant just that. Especially in the news media. What I have witnessed in the 20 years I have been here is a severe and forceful push
toward what resembles fascism. While they attack our right to bear arms, they grant corporations the right to use deadly force on the streets. They
hijack our congress, and pollute our process for a dollar amount. And America falls asleep, seemingly immune to the poison that slowly corrodes the
fabric of what made this country free...Sometime ago.
I could make the choice to either abandon support for my brother and therefore America, or Abandon the very thing that makes me, me. I chose to
abandon neither. I talked to my brother and I asked him what was up. What it is really all about. And what he thought of my feeling toward it. And he
said, "While I fight, I need someone in my corner. Do what you gotta do, I gotta do what I gotta do. Even if I don't agree with it." And I did, and
am doing what I have to do.
I'm sure some would say "But it's his responsibility to say no!" The problem is, he has two little girls. And the only way he can assure they
reach their potential is to do what he's told. He loves this country. But this Government is using him. And he knows it, but unlike us, he's
absorbed into a system that has full control of how his life turns out, and his life is directly tied to my two little nieces. And I can't begrudge
Moral of the story? Freedom in this country is a false sense of security. We must fight for those who cannot fight for themselves, we must be their
voices when they cannot speak. We must preserve with everything that makes us who we are, the very things that makes this country free. The
Constitution of the United States of America, and the Bill of Rights.
In these two documents lies the very tools needed to exact justice on those who are guilty of manifesting injury on the American people, and on the
World as a whole. In these two documents lies the tools we need to continue to forge a truly free society, free from indefinite imprisonment, free
from fighting for the profit of a few. In this document lies the tools we need to achieve every goal we must achieve to stay the greatest, and freest
nation in the world. In these two documents is also written that the true will of the United States, is for the people, by the people. And that these
documents are unique in that they are built for constant revolution.
The revolution will come. The first thing we must do is kick Corporations and faith out of the system once and for all and quit pandering to them. It
is these two things that politicians like to use against us the most. They divide us with our faith, they conquer us with corporate fascist entities,
and use propaganda to ensure we swallow every last drop of their intoxicating, yet enslaving tonic. Tyranny.
We came to this country because a beacon really does shine. Despite what people on this site might think about America, and Americans. There is a
light that brings people like my parents and I to this country. There is a beacon of light that guides people to love this country, and fight for this
country, and preserve the values this country was founded upon...Maybe more so for people such as myself, who up until entering the US, had no idea we
actually had the right to be treated like human beings. This is the only nation I have ever lived in that actually gives a damn about others and
isn't entirely consumed by racism, or xenophobia or both. And that has to count for something.
There are however a few...A very clever and shrewed few, who have managed to gain the control of every system, and resource we hold dear. And squander
it for the sake of making their pockets that much heavier.
The revolution starts, however, when people realize that an American Revolution, has nothing to do with a car, and everything to do with life and
death, law and order, and the checks and balances that maintains the flow of what has come to be known by the world as the American Dream.
In the last 8 years specifically, that dream has become a nightmare for me.
[edit on 26-6-2008 by projectvxn]