Hello, long time no see! I’ve been doing my fair share of writing, but nothing that would make any sense if I put them up here. So here is a piece that I wrote with the intention of getting it into a couple newspapers. It was rejected for being three times as long as was preferred and for calling the media out on some things, so I shall put it here! As always, criticism and thoughts are encouraged and appreciated. I would love to hear your thoughts about the subject matter.
I will be the first to tell you that I’m not very political. I’m not very proactive, not very outspoken about my opinions. I don’t understand much of anything about politics, and with all the mud-slinging involved, I’m not so sure I want to. But there comes a point in time, when a nation begins to tear itself apart, when I can no longer remain silent. There comes a time when I cannot bare the hatred portrayed in our media, in our country, and even in our schools. There comes a point where it’s all so overwhelming that I am overcome, not with the urge scream, not to kick or shout and point fingers, but to write. I write because I am afraid. I am afraid of what this country has become, and where it is headed. I am afraid of what I will have to face heading into adulthood, and I know that I’m not the only one my age who feels this way.
While the looming responsibilities of college and adulthood cast a daunting shadow, they seem so small when compared to the plague that is destroying our country. This overflowing anger and hatred seeping into everyday life, where people, living people all with complex stories and emotions, turn against each other because they are not identical. Because they have different morals, religions, social standings, cultures, skin colors, sexuality, genders, ideas, personalities, or some mixture of them all. Because they are unique. Because they are their own person. Our country is bursting at the seams with hatred because we are diverse, and I can’t help but wonder why, in a country built upon the idea that all people where created equal, are we set on the idea that one way, one type of person, is better than another?
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been told how boring life would be if we were all the same. Some of my favorite after-school and sleepover discussions were ones where my friends and I would talk about what we thought. About anything. Whether it was raving about our favorite ice cream, or discussing our opinions about the election, we talked. Valid points were exchanged, opinions were listened to and considered, good-natured jokes were tossed about, and all parties had a laugh. But most importantly, opinions were respected. We all walked away without becoming mortal enemies because we could agree to disagree. And sometimes, it all seems so hopeless when the adults on television, the people I’m supposed to be looking to for guidance, can’t do what teenage girls are doing at slumber parties.
Today, where media is dominated by the evils of the world and the horrible capabilities of man, it’s hard to remember that there are good people out there. People who don’t lash out in anger and fear, or lie to work their way to the top seem so few and far between. Worse still, when the news stations play a garbled game of telephone where the original message of the original source is lost between the interview and the morning news, information is twisted, trust is broken, and misconceptions are planted, only succeeding to breed more and more conflict.
But even with this world of negativity, I can hold onto hope. Looking around at the people I’ve met, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Despite their differences, they cherish their relationships, and respect each other, because people are more than their religion, sexuality, political party, gender or race, and they know that. Our country is in a dark place, but we must remember that people are good. As a people, we can overcome this hatred. I am talking to you. I refuse to remain silent. I refuse to let what I have to offer waste away under the pressure of hatred. I refuse to let my light, my love for this country and its people, all its people, to be smothered. Will you side with me? I dare you.