Living in the United States of America, you quickly come to the understanding that there’s nothing united about it. The fact that we are a country divided doesn’t surprise me and it shouldn’t surprise anyone else.
You have to understand the history of humanity and the birth of a nation known as America. The country’s foundation was built on scoundrels denounced from their original lands that set sail west across the water. They docked their ships on American soil, a dinner masqueraded as a genocide titled Thanksgiving happened and slavery wasn’t too far from around the corner. That eventually evolved into a new form of segregation we now know as economics. The lower and middle class citizens of America are the current slaves.
Sure there are countries without food, water, electricity and other resources. But how are we the most powerful country in the world and still see people as colors from a Crayola box? In America you can’t just be an American. You have to be affiliated with a crowd. You have to be a Black American… White American… Brown American… Indian American… Latino American… Asian American… African American… Middle-Eastern American… Or called a Minority. Which has been the new politically correct term of calling someone of color a non-racial epithet. But when you take your labeled… #hashtagged ass across the Atlantic or the Pacific oceans, people from foreign lands tend to see you as an ignorant entitled American.
As far as united, we only come together for the Olympics, police shootings or wartime. History books explain to us that most wars were ignited by religious indifferences with a splash of ambition to take the lands’ natural resources. Although God inspired the origins of most religions, it was created and controlled by man. Most to all religions were established based on opinions and observations on being the “chosen race” and how the rest of humanity should live and believe.
Religion is just another form of prejudices people formed to control, belittle or fight with other groups of people that may have different perspectives of the world. Understand this analogy is not to denounce your belief in God, Allah, the higher power, universe or whatever you feel is an appropriate title. You cannot look at the mountains, sun, the oceans, moon; the stars sprinkled in the sky at night and tell me there is no God.
To sum up this deposition, I’ve personally never met anyone that died, came back and spoke on how it was in the afterlife. If any of us did, they’d probably advise us to be a little more conscious of the actions taken in this life because we all will be accounted for them. Because at the end of the day, we are all ignorant human beings… standing on lands none of us own to which from afar we’re only a tiny, small blue dot floating in a gigantic mystic universe.