Explaining this weeks Monday Writing

This is my semi explanation to the last post “Insha’Allah - Son of a lion.”  If you haven’t done so already, you might want to read that first.  If it’s too long of a read for you, that’s fine too.  Basically I wrote a story of a young man named Umair Bin Osama who lives in my head.  Well in the story he lives in Afghanistan but I made him up in my head first.  The reason I made this story up was to put myself in the position of someone who constantly has to deal with some type of degradation to their liberties.  Most people, myself included, never take the time to think about what it’s like to have a foreign military presence in your home town or even country. How weird it would be going outside to take out your trash and seeing a tank with a Chinese flag rolling down your street.  How would you like a five foot six member of China’s “Peoples Liberation Army” stopping you at a check point on your way to work and questioning you?  Sorry I had to put the height thing in there, no offense, Chinese people are sometimes short.  China you seem like the most plausible example for this scenario, but please don’t get any ideas, we love you and your orange chicken.   

That shit would be fucking crazy.  I can’t even conceptualize any other military being in America, but I know it would piss people off.  You can preach all the patriotism and nationalism you want, but at the end of the day it is a very sketchy situation when a foreign military personnel is telling you what to do in your own town.  As American’s, many of us don’t even attempt see this side of the equation.  Jews had to deal with it all over Europe in the second World War, the Hutu in Rwanda have felt it, Darfur, Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan, and hundreds of other regions have felt the presence of “enemy forces.”  So before you’re brainwashed by Uncle Sam, think about how you would react if you were put in their shoes.  How would you like Americans if you grew up in the violence of post 9/11 Iraq?  Or if you were one of the lucky Jews who were forced to work 15 hours a day in a rubber factor, surviving off of two pieces of stale bread a day.  

It’s easy, when you’re safe and warm and have a stomach full of In-N-Out, to back team America but what happens when that’s not the case? 

Dumb humans create all of these problems.  There are no teams, only the same humans separated by giant oceans, imaginary lines, and language barriers.

2/13/2012 

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