Political Segregation in the United States
Why are Americans Divided?
This is a message to all the close-minded people who feel the need justify and support political agendas that they probably don’t know much about.
Aside from the overwhelming concern of prejudicially pigeonholing people into political parties, acting as though a handful of beliefs are what make this person whole, I am sad to see my peers and mentors acting like children. People are using politics as a means to divide, rather than using them mindfully--in order to find solutions to the problems we create and perpetuate on a daily basis.
Over the past few months, I’ve seen Liberals mocked for voicing their opinions and beliefs spanning various hot-button, social issues. I’ve seen Democrats forced to explain themselves for something Obama did nearly a decade ago. I’ve seen Republicans walk around like their shit don’t stink, praising their shackles as gifts from elite masters. I’ve seen a lot of people acting ignorantly, and I believe it is time to shed some light on the situation.
If you are one of the many people who put down others to boost your sense of security, regardless of political (religious, socialogical, etc.) affiliation, I hope that you learn to love yourself and recognize that the world is a reflection of what you harbor within. Let go of the desire to promote your belief system or way of life over others. We are all at the same party. When will you find time to enjoy it?
A Metaphor for U.S. Politics
The people of the United States are like princes and princesses arguing within the castle walls. As a family, we have been gathered together in a great banquet hall. Other countries are like the peasants we should be caring for. Instead, we squabble over our abundance, creating problems that barely exist.
Within this banquet hall, there is a giant, illuminated chandelier in the center that we tend to gather around in praise and delight. The further we get from this source of light, the darker the room becomes. While we enter and exit through different doors, we are all here for the same reason. We fear the dark, are scared to be alone, and are hungry for the promised pounds of plenty that lies on the table before us.
There are four main groups of people in this room, with in-betweens scattered throughout. Some have seated themselves at the head of the table. As a counterpoint to these seizers of power, others feel unworthy and choose to eat off of the ground. Some people speak up against this division. Others are blinded, pretending not to see it. It is a room of heads and tails, ups and downs, ins and outs, light and dark.
Those who have seated themselves at the head of the table are only doing what comes natural to them, a sense of entitlement instilled by their parents. Problems arise when others perpetuate a sense of subjugation, eating off of the floor as if it’s what they were born to do. They may grumble about their scraps, but have willingly given away their power, disillusioned by the brothers and sisters who seem to be in charge. Both groups feed off of each other, strengthening the barriers they build, pretending they are not related.
Those who see this segregation, lash-out toward those in power. They understand, vaguely, that everyone should have equal power and opportunity to sit at the table. They point to all that is wrong with the situation, arguing that those who are already seated and eating should stop what they are doing and feed those who have chosen to lick scraps from the floor. One party eats, one complains, and the other submits.
The fourth group walks around with their eyes closed. They live in an imaginary world, almost completely clueless to the entire exchange occurring in the room. Opening their eyes would require them to think deeply about their situation, which is a lot of work. Instead, they follow what they are told, narrowing their possibilities and understanding for life.
Those who refuse to see for themselves, desire the abundance the elite brag about, naturally thinking of them as superior. They cringe at the whine of those who complain, unable to understand the division in reference. They grow angry from tripping over those eating on the floor, blaming them for their mistakes and problems, which is what the antithesis of elite suggests. With eyes closed, darkness isn’t so scary, and light is more of a concept than a reality.
In this room, everyone gets what they want, even if it seems otherwise. Most people are distracted by illusory agendas. Instead of enjoying the occasion, they create problems and then fight for solutions. They pigeonhole themselves into separate groups and then promote their group to create a sense of security within themselves. The banquet becomes a problem party, which is a problem in and of itself.
The chandelier will shine on any who come into its light. The banquet will feed any who sit at the table. Despite the unlimited abundance that lies before everyone, only a few actually choose to eat. The rest refuse to sit down and enjoy the meal. They watch and complain as the food slowly spoils. Instead of joining together in abundance, they choose to wither away in decay.
Choose to Help, Choose to Love
I hope this rant doesn’t apply to you. I hope you approach every interaction with an open mind that seeks out a deeper understanding of our situation. I hope you see the ignorance of the world as derived from a realm of insecurity. Approach these people with unbiased education if and when they are ready. I hope that you share this approach to life with others and spread a sense of compassion and love that our society desperately needs.
Since President Trump has taken office, there has been a lot of hate mucking up our collective consciousness. Hate is fear and fear comes from those who refuse to use the light for illumination. If you see the light, then let it guide you toward unconditional love for all people in attendance.
Only from a space of love can we help others to recognize their proper seat at the table. Once we are seated, then maybe we can discuss how to bring about abundance for other communities and parts of the planet.
We are like princes and princess arguing over who gets the family inheritance. Meanwhile, the villagers are starving to death outside our castles walls.