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I am just one older American woman. I think I am classified as "elderly", though mind and body do not agree with the term. If I knew at 30 what I know now, I would be so much happier, because I would have worked to insure my country kept to its ideals which the Founders gave me.
That was NOT one world government. And I don't know if those of you feel as I do. I don't know if your national pride matters; if your cultures and borders matters.
Our world has become very small. I can correspond with you in China, Australia, Finland, Greece - anywhere in the world. (Don't be wooed in thinking the internet is here forever, as it is today.) I can jump on a plane if I can get a ticket out today, and in half a day, meet you almost anywhere. Meet me for lunch in Martinique tomorrow...
Do you want your currency replaced by a common one? Do you want a one world religion?
Do you want to lose your identity as a citizen of your country? Aren't you proud to be who you are?
Is this what you really want?
I suppose I am a citizen "in this world".
I do not agree with my government on many issues. In the USA, the more laws that are passed, the further away we step from the founding documents and ideals which were perfect and unique in all the world.
Lawmakers and presidents past and present, have dug us the grave that we stand before.
It was not I who did this; I am not the "ugly American". The vast majority of Americans are just like you, wherever we are. We have sick babies that cause us to worry and tear out our hearts, teenagers who are a pain in the butt to raise, we worry about diet, providing for the welfare of our families, worry about being employed steadily and have never met a politician. That is simplistic, I know.
In the early sixties, I took my first solo trip to another country. Instead of Jamaica where I wanted to go, I went to Trinidad. None of the office girls had ever traveled alone. What was I thinking of? Wasn't I afraid? I was 22.
It was exciting. I wanted to meet people who lived there. I had done no research, and new only that it was tropical and that I loved steelband music. The first day I hired a cab driver who took me shopping. But except for the shops, I didn't mingle with anyone. Trinidad is a fantastic mix of ethnicities. I wanted to see that. I wasn't sure it was safe; I wanted to stroll through markets and palm-lined back allies from which I heard in passing, steel drums being beaten into instruments, and music from the "pans" coming from sheds in backyards.
I met a young man from a Pakistani family at the pool of the Trinidad Hilton. He took me where tourists never went, and he took me home to visit with his family.
The consensus was that I was not the American they had read about. I was just me. It surprised his mother, who had a neighbor butcher a chicken and the neighbor's daughter pluck it on the back steps in my honor. There were no window screens on the windows and the insects were intimidating. In the kitchen was an old black iron woodstove (it was April, I think), and I helped her make chapatis and curry at the long table and she showed me how to cook on that stove. I had a great time.
They were a middle class family by standards then. The culture expected that the guest would get the chicken head, or at least the feet. I didn't get either. They were disappointed. We laughed and the "Ugly American" who wasn't so ugly, made a good impression. It was very important to me that I show these people that only geography separated us. Not government.
I was so pleased to be accepted, and appreciated their warmth and hospitality that welcomed a stranger into their home.
It's up to us to stop this global community the way the governments will demand we accept it.
We have national pride, and why not? We don't need governments to tell us to open our hearts or our purses to help those in need wherever we are. We don't need restrictions on our cultures. We don't need to be forced - and we will be forced - to accept what people in government will do to step into power over the common man.
We can help each other. We can fight for reason and good without the influence of the UN, the globalists, the panic mongers, the ones who want to control us and reduce us to slaves and peons.
We outnumber those who would squash our attempts to live our own lives however we choose; we are brothers and sisters under the skin. I am as proud of my heritage as you are of yours.
I guess because of age, I see just dreadful things coming at us. Those of us with gray hair - we are the elders. Respect for elders is something largely missing in the United States. I don't know if it's the same with you, wherever you are. We need to tell our children the stories of our past.
They must not lose them in a rush to be homogenized and rendered helpless by our governments. Instill in them pride of who came before, and what their past means to their futures. We can all work for freedom and liberty, human rights, better things. That's human.
Maybe you don't agree.
Whether you do or do not, the world is in a state of flux and danger from a handful of people who want global dominance. It's up to us to stop it because if they win, they will enslave us.
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