Proud to be an American?A Story by Matt ArtisMy opinion on the current state of things.In this day and age
I cannot say with any sincerity that I am proud to be an American. Do not
mistake as I am not thankful to live here, because I am. I am just disenfranchised
with what the term American has devolved into. I do not want to be lumped into
that category. I know I am not alone in feeling this. It is a difficult thing
to admit for most, but the time for pleasantries has long since passed. I am apparently unpatriotic
due to my empathy towards all humans, and not just the ones that look and talk
like me. I believe that humanity is beautiful because of all of its
differences. I enjoy the company of my friends and colleagues and family of all
different religions, races, and nationalities. This does not make me any less
American, if anything it makes me a true American. From the second our
ancestors set foot on this continent, we have been raging a war of hate with
anyone with a different pigmentation. It started with the Native Americans, who
still to this day do not receive the apologies and the acceptance that is more
than two centuries overdue. Next is was the African Americans, then the
Germans, the Irish, and the Jews. We find a new group of people to hate in
every generation, which is a drastic contrast to what America is supposed to
be. America was envisioned as a place where all people of all walks of life
could come together and enjoy life free of persecution. What was meant to be a
land of freedom has turned into a cesspool of stipulations and barriers. If you
do not meet a certain set of standards that are not mentioned anywhere in our
nations documents then you are not American. If you are not white, Christian,
republican, heterosexual, in love with guns, or well to do financially then you
are automatically labeled as part of the problem with this country. They couldn’t
be more wrong. Over the past
fourteen years, I have watched as societal decency has deteriorated around us.
I have watched as fear mongering and hatred flowed through the veins of this
nation. I have watched as racial discrimination came back with a vengeance, I have
watched religious persecution raise its ugly hypocritical head, and I have
watched as the American dream became a nightmare. This country is torn to
shreds. We have shootings every day, and yet these “model Americans” want to
answer it with more guns in more hands. You have presidential candidates
promising Deportation Squads, a term that is way too close to Nazism for
comfort. We are in the middle of the largest Humanitarian crisis since the
holocaust, and instead of doing the right thing, people are fighting over
whether or not we should allow orphaned children into the country for fear of
what they may do. We have a large portion of the Christian community that feels
like they are being oppressed because their religious beliefs have no bearing
on government decisions (even though our government was created to prevent just
that). These same Christians who cling so passionately to their religion on
topics like abortion, LGBT rights, and Bill Nye, are the ones who completely disregard
the teachings of their god when it comes to helping anyone with different
beliefs in a time of need. American equality has a cancerous mass slowly choking
the life out of it, and this seething tumor is made up of our own version of
extremists. Our nation’s cancer
is stage four, but she keeps on smoking three packs of fear and hate a day.
Tune into and conservative new station, and you will be bombarded with hate
filled rant after hate filled rant, and just when you think that it can’t get
any worse you will hear about all the people you should be afraid of because
their sole purpose in life is to kill you, to take away your rights as gun and
bible toting citizens with their liberalism, homosexuality, and downright
heathenism. This line of thinking is what is killing America. Not the liberals.
Not the evil terrorists. Not the #blacklivesmatter campaign. Not Syrian widows
and orphans. No it is the bigoted ideology, the mass hysteria, the irrational rationalizations that you conjure up from the depths of your compassion-less being,
and the hypocritical nature in which you act that is ensuring total organ
failure. So no, I am not
proud to be an American today. Hopefully with enough people will be able to see
through the haze of fear and lies so that we can send this cancer into
remission. United we stand, divided we fall, and right now we have 50 separate countries
calling themselves the United States of America, and if we don’t change soon,
fall we shall. © 2015 Matt ArtisReviews
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Added on November 18, 2015Last Updated on November 18, 2015 AuthorMatt ArtisPittsburgh, PAAboutI have been writing for a few years now. I tend to stray to the political, but it provides me with a healthy release. Thank you for checking out my work. more..Writing
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