Dateline: 29 June 2015, The USA.
155 years ago America was a divided country. It was so divided, about many different things – slavery being the largest, that it went to war with itself. It drew a line in the dirt and said this region is the north, and this region is the south. The south called themselves a confederated group of states, the Confederate States of America. The north decided to keep the original name, the United States of America.
Both of these two regions were now whole and separate countries, each with their countries own flags, their versions of the red white and blue, fighting a war.
The question is not whether the war was right just or wrong. Slavery is abhorrent and should be destroyed whenever it is found, then and now. Now, we’re not doing such a hot job at ending slavery though. It still happens today in the Middle East, Asia and Africa, but it’s not in the Americas anymore so now we can forget about it.
We can tear down reminders that it happened here, horrible as it was. We can erase it from the history books and pretend it never happened. We can strip a region of it’s identity and say they never existed, no rights, eradicated like some tried to do to the Jews during World War 2, another just and needed war. Or 2,500 years before that, in Africa, the birth place of slavery, and the site of some of the most wondrous things on the planet.
The pyramids are famous now as a testament to man’s ingenuity and determination, and to the amazing feats that slaves were forced to accomplish. Asia has the The Great Wall, another marvel slaves built. We should have as much pride in their perseverance, as we are troubled by the unbelievable super human suffering, and the lasting impressions they have left for us all these years later.
The greatest marvel, to me, is that of The United States of America, bias opinion I know. But a country that would not exist like we know it today had it not been for the efforts and suffering of slaves, a majority of them in the south region. A region that had a flag that it was identified by, its own Stars and Stripes, the Stars and Bars. Bars because they’re strong and can build a country, a lasting country. And they did, on the backs of slaves, for about 150 years.
But those men are now dead and gone, and so is their mentality. And thank God too, because that mentality was wrong. It was Hitler kind of wrong, and now we’re through with it, over here that is, in America. A country that rose to greatness, the greatest Greatness the world has ever seen. Today’s technology, yesterday’s industrial revolution, the agriculture that truly does feed the world still to this day, all of it, in no small part thanks to slaves. A reminder of things a great people can do.
And you want to do what exactly with the flag that reminds us where these second founding fathers lived, tear it down? You want to forget how the United States became great? You want to exclude Americans who’s heritage, who’s roots, who’s histories you don’t like. That’s racist, and bigoted, and I thought the whole point here was that – we’ve moved on from that kind of nonsense mentality.
Maybe we should concentrate our efforts on making sure Africa, Asia and the Middle East start to take the ending of slavery serious, or don’t you have the guts to stand up for something real?
And while you’re deciding if you want to end slavery over there, leave the damn flag alone over here. It’s not a symbol of hate to me, but of greatness and how far we’ve come as an enlightened people, no matter what color of skin we have. And I won’t be shamed into feeling any other way about it.