Class Separation

What ever happened to the days that the color of a mans' skin or the language ethnic groups use to communicate had nothing to do with the way society views a man/woman. Well, I guess those days have never really existed in this self proclaimed 'greatest nation on earth'. Apparently instead of moving forward we have come to a halt. This nation is like a pond water fed only by the rain. We have this overwhelming stench of disgust and hatred. I know, the "white only" and "no colored people allowed" sighs have been removed, and it is illegal to refuse service on the basis of race, gender, creed, and so on. Has that really stopped. Has the margin between the classes that differ from the status quo become narrow, or wider than every before. Is the fight for immigration really about the failure to pay taxes, and how all these illegals are clogging up the legal system and backing up the medical facilities. Is this really because we Americans are upset that "they" are picking the onions that go on our $6 salads, or laying the grass on our new yard on Sunday, and herding the cattle through the many slaughter houses in order to provide us with diner every night. Maybe this fear, yup fear is due to the fact that these images of immigration resemble the future of the majority. Why are we so upset that immigrants are doing the very thing that our own did hundreds of years ago. What makes us better?

I was eating lunch with my sister today in a predominately white college town. As I sat there eating my wings I noticed that at every full table on the place was occupied by individuals that come from a Latino decent. In a town like this a scene like that is rare. A family from a European decent (dad, mom three boys) entered. After they placed their order they scoured for a place to sit. Every table that was clear was adjacent to a table occupied with "them". One table was clear that was equal distance from the what appeared to the "unclean". The table was full of trash and left over food. The man of the house insisted that the staff, which also came from this same region as all the patrons, clean the one dirty table so he could sit his family in the bubble he has created. What was that all about. These individuals are the same people that built his house, and stock the food in the market he shops. When put on the same level in an unbiased environment he feels the need to separate even further.

This country is a becoming a place that is a black eye on humanity and equality. Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness, only for the direct decedents of those who wrote it.

And thats My two cents