There’s rampant xenophobia going on right now in this country, thanks to the GOP presidential candidates. Mostly, they want to prevent anyone but white Europeans from coming into the country. They feel threatened. Their Angry White Man Order is on its last legs as Asians, African Americans, and Hispanics threaten what they see as the natural order.
I’m Caucasian. I see individuals, not groups. I don’t feel threatened. Why do they?
Because of a few issues in my personal life, I’ve been seeking distraction the last couple weeks. I’ve played a lot of Quazi’s Quest, an online mahjong game, and a hidden objects game I’ve owned for a few years. The goal? Mindless entertainment. I don’t want to think. I just want to be in the moment.
Part of the distraction process has been watching old seasons of Survivor on Amazon Prime. Yup, I’m a fan. It’s the only reality show I watch pretty much religiously. That, and Amazing Race. (Guilty pleasure, guilty pleasure.)
I viewed Survivor: Africa a second time and fell in love with Ethan all over again. He was the inspiration behind Ethan in Blue River, my time travel novella. Following that, I screened Cook Islands again. That’s the season where tribes were divided into Asian, African American, Latino, and Caucasian.
I did see the original showing, but it had a much bigger impact on me this time, maybe because racism is so rampant in the US right now, thanks to the GOP candidates for president. They disgust me. I’m appalled anyone is giving them any attention at all.
The four tribes were quickly reorganized into two, with everyone mixing. And eventually, after a number of events, one tribe was down to four: two Asian, one African American, one Latino. They ruled, thanks to Ozzie’s amazing ability to swim, spearfish, climb trees, and excel at challenges. They were tight. They were one unit, and they weren’t shy about announcing that.
It didn’t matter what their ethnicity was. It didn’t matter what their culture was. What was important was loyalty to each other and who they were as people.
I wish to hell the US would remember this again. It doesn’t matter where we came from or who our great-great-grandparents were. Not when it matters! We are a melting pot nation. Our strength lies in our diversity.
We must embrace our differences, because those are our strengths. Please remember that when you vote.
I’ve been working but not writing much. My head just isn’t in the right place. Other things are more important right now (hence the distractions mentioned above), but I slowly plug away at the current WIP while mightily resisting an persistent idea that has bugged me the last couple years. Y’all know what I’m talking about? 🙂
Have a great weekend! See you Monday.