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Monday, December 8, 2014

I'm Not American

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.


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/
These days, "the world is at our finger tips," so to speak.  We learn so much every day on the news, the internet and books, and from each other (however accurate these sources may be...who knows?!).  Knowledge is a beautiful, priceless thing, and it is extremely powerful, but if we do not protect our hearts, we will be wide open to a contagious plague in the genetic makeup of knowledge, and that is that big, bold four-letter "F" word...you know what I'm talking about.  Think about it.  Ya, you know.  Wait.  No, no, people, I mean "f-e-a-r!"  Gosh.  Anyway...so fear.  We all know what it feels like.  If you were to peg it as a positive or negative emotion, what would you think?


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/
Does it seem like I have two (or more), very disconnected thoughts going here? ,Talking about ignorance, courage, knowledge, fear, and hope? Gosh, it's very possible with my crazy brain. I had to backtrack myself.  I know there is a connecting point.  Ok, I got it.  Here it is, guys.  You ready?  Perfect love casts out fear.  Had my gram feared death, she could not have fought it.  But she laughed in the face of danger.  She was able to do this because of love.  She would have died long before had she not had a reason to carry on, had she not given herself a reason to fight and overcome.  Bless my grandma.  I wanna be like her when I grow up!  My gram fought death for me.  Wow.  What kind of fear have you fought, and why did you fight it?  Maybe there is a fear now that you need to fight.  Find a LOVE reason to fight it, and that fear cannot win because perfect love casts out all fear.

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.