This is America
Written by: Carolyn Hileman
It is the back porches and the balconies, the old beat up pick up trucks and the Cadillacs. It is the mansion on the hill and the run down shack in the valley, the skyscrapers and the little country store. It is the interstate and the country roads, the churches and the nightclubs. It is the people who believe in God and a few of those who dont. It is the children getting on the bus and the elderly shut-ins. It the CEO on Wall Street and the single mom trying to raise two kids. This is America.
It is the opportunity to do great things or nothing at all and still exist, it is the flag flying outside the modest home and the one flying in front of the big office up town. The size of the flag means nothing it is the size of the heart of the person who flies it. It is the waitress, the cook and the cashier at the little restaurant you frequent, and it is the farmer who works from dawn to dusk to feed the people in this country. It is the truck driver who carries that heavy load with long hours and days if not weeks away from his family. This is America.
It is the woman who brings your drinks and the woman who ordered them, the man who fixes your car and the man who drives that car. It is the people who want nothing more than to build a life for themselves and the people who believe that for some reason they cannot. It is the child in school who cannot read and the teacher who would love to give them more time. It is the patient who complains to the doctor of their ailments and the doctor who cannot afford his practice anymore because some doctors did wrong. This is America.
It is the businessperson who took everything they owned and bet it on a dream only to find out that it was not their family that was supposed to benefit from it. It is the worker who works for the businessperson who cannot understand why his boss cannot afford to give them a raise. It is the union president who forces the businessperson to give the worker a raise, it is the business person who files bankruptcy and the worker and America who suffer. This is America.
It is a life that is like none other, it is the freedom to do things that other people only dream about. It is the opportunity to start from nothing and drag yourself to the top. It is the chance to make your own decisions and live with the consequences. It is filled with dreamers who despite their circumstances were able to achieve great things. As well as those who doubt in themselves and everything around them and believe that America has nothing to offer them because of race or creed. This is America.
This is a great big world we live in filed with countries that will never know the true meaning of peace and freedom. Countries that live in fear of their leaders or the leaders of other rouge countries, their people live in fear of simply going to the store, school or the mall. Some because they are women and to go alone could be their death and some because someone with a bomb might decide that is where they are going to make their statement.
I often wonder if we were put to that test how we would fare, if they came to take our children away and snatched them from our arms to make them work or use them to make us talk. If every day we were forced to make a decision of whether we kept our dignity or our lives, what would our answer be? If we had to turn on our neighbor to save our families and ourselves would we give them up without a fight? Or would we fight till the bitter end. Would we fight simply because of pride or for the future of our children, if they put a gun to our heads and demanded that we tell them where a person we loved was would we answer?
If we watched them shoot our people in the street for no apparent reason, if we were forced to register so that they would know who you were what your religion was and everything about you would we line up in an orderly fashion? If it made no difference what your race was or who you were if we were being tortured simply because we were an American, would you still be proud to called an American? What would we do if we were a target of mad men who wanted to kill us simply because This is America?