I
am human. Others might say I am American, but that's not who I am: That's where I live.
One thing I
refuse to accept is that my identity (who I am) is determined by the
place I was born on the planet. Truth is that where I was born does in fact play a part in molding me into who I am in a sense (the societal and cultural values of the U.S. society inevitably shape all who live here), but my thought is that I don't want my citizenship label (mine being "American") to change the way I see other people from other parts of the world.
What I'm trying to say is that the USA is not superior. Neither is Japan or Kenya or Pakistan or any other country you could name. Once we start seeing our own country and values as greater than another country's, we begin to form bigoted, ostentatious mindsets that allow us to look down and treat others with prejudice. I'm not saying that you should not love and be proud of your nation or country. I love where I come from, and I'm thankful for my liberties. All I am saying is that we are humans first, then Americans. Humans first, and then Japanese, or then Kenyans, or then Pakistanis, etc. When I look at a person, I hope that I first see their humanity and not their race or the color of their skin. I hope I first see our similarities in lieu of our differences.
Let's go back to the 1940s again. Nazi Germany. It was a time of unparalleled racism, ignorance, sorrow, and unspeakable horrors. We know this. But let me just bring something to remembrance. Hitler was an anti-Semite, no? He mass murdered people because of their religious creed. He also believed in a perfect race. Blond hair. Blue eyes. (A far cry from me). He judged people by how they appeared and for what they believed. He saw them for what they looked like. They were not judged by their humanity; no, they were judged by their nationality and appearance, and their penalty was death. Hitler did not see them as humans. There's no way he could have. If you've read even just one tragic story about the Holocaust then you know that he did not see them as humans. I just finished reading a nonfiction book called Elly about a young teenage girl who survived the Holocaust. At one part she said that they were treated lesser than animals. Hitler did not see a human when he looked into the eyes of a Jew.
Hitler is a brutal and extreme case of radical nationalism. I use it as an example that we all know, of a person going too far when he/she believes that his/her nation (and therefore values/customs) is superior to another. I just mean to say that we should see ourselves as humans...then our nationality. Humans first...because if we don't see ourselves as humans first...we may see others only through the narrow scope of our own nation's values, which can lead to thoughts of superiority and ascendancy, leaving us with an incomplete view of the world we live in, which is shared by billions of uniquely beautiful people who are just being human.
Philosophical in nature, this blog shares both personal and universal sentiment and experience. It attempts to address some of the difficulties of life, ideas on the purpose of life, the effects and consequences of society, culture, religion, and language (among other things) on the many problems that we encounter in being human together.
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Monday, December 8, 2014
Monday, December 1, 2014
Laugh in the Face of Danger
^^^^^^WATCH THIS VIDEO FIRST!^^^^^^
The Lion King. My favorite Disney movie, hands down, of ALL TIMES! (Yes, way better than Frozen. It's not sacrilegious to say this. Some of you may burn me at the stake for heresy, but I laugh in the face of danger. Hahaha.) And oh, Simba. What a young and juvenile lion. He, too, laughed in the face of danger. He was really just a curious cat. Testing his bounds. Stretching his limits. Showing off, even. Ignorance and courage caused this little lion cub to stumble, just like we, being humans, do too. But really, knowledge and fear is no better.
http://everythingfunny.org/page/1157/ |
I talked in my last post about hope. Having hope in the worst of circumstances. I'm always going to come back to hope because I think I'm obsessed with it. When I think of people I've known that have had hope, I first think of my grandmother, Marie. Grammy was 93 when she passed away. She lived another good 20 years after the passing of her husband (I was a year old when he died). My gram, she was a real fighter. I remember in high school she was beginning to fade; she was sure that she would die soon. But she told me, "Andrea, I will continue to live because I want to see you graduate from high school." Do you think she died before I graduated? No. She didn't. She had the will to fight another day. I will never forget this. This one act of love and courage will stick with me forever. I was the last of three grandchildren from her son Don. I lived right up the road from her. She saw the other two through high school graduation, and she was determined by love to see me graduate, too.
http://drlej.wordpress.com/2011/02/10/toxic-fear-and-its-antidote-love/ |
There is so much more I could blab about in regards to this subject. I leave it incomplete. Come back soon to see the continuum.
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