On the Migration of People and Our Relation to This World
I remember reading a blog within the last six months. I am not saying the name of the writer because the blog was quite racist (in my opinion) and it got pulled-off. Actually, I will say the name of the writer: Mr. AmericanRomance. I forget the title of the blog but he talked about how he lives in a closed-in, upscale, gated-white community and that he does not enjoy much the company of other people who are different than him – that was the overall message, I think.
I am pretty sure I raged on that blog, as I do on most of Mr. AmericanRomance’s blogs which I come upon. He talks utter nonsense for the most part and no, it is no wonder since he is locked-up in his little white community. The thing that bothered me most is not that he came-off as racist (although that is so backwards, I am quite speechless). What bothered me most was that he does not realize that he cannot ignore the world around him – or lock himself away from the world; or even to try to keep things unchanged – there is nothing constant in this world except the Spirit of Life.
Mr. AmericanRomance wrote in his blog that when he went to a gas-station to pump gas, close to his private community, he was hassled by a bunch of “thugs”, as he put it asking him for money. As one living in a big city, I get people of all ages, sex and ethnic backgrounds asking me for money. It is not out of the ordinary, sadly. If I have money on me, I always give-off a few bucks, or even a five or a ten … I realize that the people asking for money, for the most part and for whatever reason they don’t have much and want some (again for whatever reason). If nobody finds the compassion to help out, or if nobody can help-out, I am quite sure a homeless person will have to steal to eat. Or maybe break-into a house or a car … either way, people are not going to sit in one spot and starve. I am certain of that.
With this in mind, I am thinking of all the people leaving Syria in masses now. I am thinking of all the Libyans too who had to evacuate their cities/towns, to escape the atrocious acts of Gaddafi’s mercenaries. Many of these people ended-up in Turkey, in Italy … some went to France (although some of the French are becoming a little Nazi-ish and do not want to take-in refugees anymore – it might change the fabric of their society and mess-up their fifty-billion rules on how to eat dinner).
There is a similar situation happening in North America, where poor Mexicans with no prospects for the future in their own country, head for the United States. Many die on the way (trying to cross the desert) but some make it: risking their lives is apparently worth it. I think it is quite understandable: if you cannot find work and/or food where you live, would you not look for another place to live? Would you just sit and wait to die of hunger?
Sure, most of us are no longer nomads. But we have been nomads for who knows … thousands and thousands of years perhaps. It is the spirit of survival and it is logical for people to move around this planet as needed. Yet, the fear of others, of the unknown and of change, creates an attitude of hostility in many of us. Some people like to put-up big fences around their house, or around their country … too bad the Native Americans didn’t build tall fences all around the continent so when Columbus came he would not have been able to get-off his ship.
It is really senseless I think, to think that we can close ourselves off from the world around us. Even if you are living “la vida loca” but all your neighbors are doing badly, sooner than later you will be doing badly too: think about the downfall of the housing market. Thus, help your neighbor if you can or when you can instead of competing with him/her.
Everything is linked together in this world whether we like to see it or not. After the nuclear plant blew-up in Japan, radiation levels were noticed to be a little higher (no health risks posed from what we were told) here in Ontario, Canada. And when last month a volcano erupted again in Iceland, flights were cancelled and postponed all over Great Britain. There is no way for us to just hide away from the problems of our planet. This is our house; we should care about what happens with it and on it. We cannot simply cut-down all the trees in the Brazilian rain forest and think that we will just get over it and that we can plant other ones – entire ecological systems get wiped-out; there are vast consequences. When British Petroleum turned the Gulf of Mexico into the Gulf of Oil, that did not just affect BP and the workers that died and their families, it affected countless people and of course, a multitude of species of animals: birds, fish, etc. It affected our planet.
It certainly saddens me a little to see that many people refuse to accept the reality of life: there is one planet for all of us and for all our animal cousins. So, when I know that Ted Turner owns 1,910,585 acres (7,731.86 km2) of land while many children grow-up without a proper home and in terribly poor conditions … I stall for words. I wonder if Ted Turner actually thinks that he owns all that land. Does he really think Mother Earth allows him to own anything of hers? How did he pay her?
There is very little fairness in the societies which we created. The extremes are growing and a clash is inevitable if we follow this road. I keep saying that the more the pendulum swings to one side, the more it will sing to the other side as well. It is all up to us and I think that the more we get involved in the world we live in, the brighter our future will look. On the other hand, ignorance will lead to decay.
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