I've been a bit silent lately in the controversial conversation department. I say they are my thing- and they are... But the current political situation of the United States makes me really upset. It is extremely hard for me to believe and understand that anyone in a country that claims to be so "advanced" and so "free" and so "great", could still conform to the ideology that white means better than black... that male means better than female... that American means better than Syrian... I'm just baffled and heart broken that these are even still up for debate. Who is not getting this through their head? It's frustrating. It's hard to talk about. It's extremely controversial... because you see it all on your news feed and realize people you really love, really want a candidate that promotes rape culture and degrades women. That people you really love believe Syrian refugees running for their lives, risking them across oceans, only have the intent to terrorize our country. That people you really love don't believe you should be in charge of your own reproductive rights- that a panel of upper class, middle aged, white males should instead call the shots on your very female, very personal, anatomy- and with it your whole life, really. Those kinds of things should be my decision alone. My uterus. My problem. My burden to bare. My decision to make. No one else. But, it's still up for debate. And it makes my head hurt. About a year ago I wrote a piece on why I am patriotic to a land, not a flag. In light of all this political chaos, I'm sharing it again on my blog. Have a read. (With these statements I mean no disrespect for those who have fought and died in honor of our country. I want to make it clear that I do not stand by many principles of war and how the US handles itself in a war mentality- but I am grateful and respectful for those who have dedicated their lives to the country's service. It is the Government that I have a problem with.)
I am patriotic to a land, not a flag. Maybe it is because we are a world with too many borders, all citizens of the same Earth. Not different nations. Maybe it's because we have this superiority complex that grants us entitlement to "The Great", "The Brave", "The Free", as if we are the only ones. Maybe it's because at six am this morning on the radio I heard music talking about "waking up drunk and going to sleep fucked up"- music promoting the sexual abuse of women, drugs, alcohol, party mentality. Disgraceful words broadcast to millions of ears daily as if it is not only alright, but something to strive for. America is a very flawed country. Do we have our pros? Yes. Many. I am thankful that I have living conditions better than many. I am thankful that I obtained an education easier than many. I am thankful my drinking water is cleaner than many. I know this is because I had someone fight for this. Die for this. And I respect that. There are things I can recognize and be thankful for. Absolutely. But this blind sense of entitlement has got to go. We are a country that abuses and rapes our land. That refuses inclusion when we are defined as "The Melting Pot", when we were originally all immigrants ourselves. We are a country that has stolen, wrecked, ruined and raped the lives of millions. Including the people who we stole this land from. This land was not supposed to be your land. This land was not supposed to be our land. This land is their land. But truly this land is no one's. We are all guests on this planet, borrowing it from our children and generations to come. The indigenous people of North America understood this, whom we have ruined, raped and tormented- whom we continue to do these terrible injustices to even still today.
The indigenous people of Hawaii understood this too. And the indigenous people of Melanesia, Polynesia, and Micronesia also understood this- before our military decided to rape their lands and liter them with bombs and ammunition for "practice", so they could be prepared to go to war. Moving to the Hawaiian Islands I have had an amazing opportunity to learn about the political issues and hardships of the Pacific Nations, and military take over in the Pacific.
It has me asking, "Why war? Why do we need to practice war?"
- "In the years between 1946 and 1958, at least 67 nuclear weapons tests were conducted on the small group of atolls located north of Australia and just east of the Philippines. Over 7,200 Hiroshima-sized bombs were dropped on the Marshall Islands alone. The “Bravo Test” of 1954 dropped a bomb 1,000 times more powerful than the atom bomb used to decimate the Japanese city."-
You do realize those islands were and still are inhabited, right? And that these facts above are only a fraction of the nuclear testing American military as been doing on Pacific Nations. Land is torn apart, homes and families destroyed, and the after effects of all this? Birth defects and still born children. Infertile land. Infertile people. Cancer. Death. All at alarming rates that are directly caused from this nuclear weapon testing on innocent people in innocent countries, who never wanted anything to do with America. All because of a God Damned superiority complex. We are not Great. We do not have that right. To take nations that are not ours- innocent nations, and practice war on them so that we can be "prepared". How many bombs do you have to drop to realize they work? Bombing innocent people and innocent land for war practice is not Great. Nor Brave. In the least. It is disgusting. It is cowardice. So no. I refuse to be patriotic to a flag, until said flag figures out how to coexist with all citizens of Earth.
I am patriotic to a land. This land. All the land. From which we came, from which we will return. It is our kuleana to malama the aina. Our responsibility to respect the land- and all her children that are innocent and kind and pure. All her nature, all her ecology. Not use them as our personal target practice. That is not something a great country does. And that is why I will remain patriotic to a land, not a flag- in hopes to be some of the light in a movement of change. That is how we make America "Great Again".
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!