I believe living in the U.S. is like living in an International Airport.

Written Jade Stewart at www.morethenjustreading.blogspot.com

Everyone at one point in his or her life has been to an International Airport. Well if you were actually paying any attention, to what was going on around you and if you weren’t having endless conversations with loved ones or trying to get your kid’s to behave. You would have noticed, how familiar the settings and people were around you, the lobby of a International Airport might even remind you, of the neighborhoods that you live and work in. In the International Airport they have restaurants, which are sporadically spaced threw out the Airport lobby and there will be a lot of different people, from different cultures, sitting and sleeping around the passenger’s lobby. Most of the patrons in the Airport lobby, don’t know each other and rarely even speak to each other and the seating in an airport, might even remind you of an American apartment building, where people live one on top of the other, without ever saying one word to their neighbors.

America, where everybody’s from somewhere else, where unity only applies in the denominations of the bill’s that pass hands. Where brotherhood is non-existent and where everybody’s strangers or you could just say everyone who has met each other in the lobby of that airport were just passing acquaintances. In the declaration of independence it states; “united we stand and divided we fall.” If that’s true, then America could fall at any moment. The U.S is a cultureless nation, were most have lost their root’s to their native lands. A place where people are only as deep as their skin or the brand of sun-classes that they are wearing. A place where peoples dreams stop at how big the next house they might be able to afford will be or how young/cute their next girlfriend/wife might be. Where little girls are given Barbie’s with blond hair and blue eyes and taught that your ethnicity equals how beautiful or admired you’ll be.

In our homeland/The American International Airport, everyone identifies their loyalties and opinions of who a person is, by the ethnicity and the color of a persons skin. Where everybody looks at everyone else with suspicion. Our homeland, a place where open border’s are the norm and racial tension and violence has become as common as blowing your nose. A place, where if you’re a citizen the chances of you getting any job, depend on weather or not you have learned how to speak a second language. So as I’m sitting in my beloved international airport and my life has been delayed, by the U.S government, that cares more about foreigner’s rights then the government does about the U.S citizens who already live here. I’m in an international airport or better known as the United States, were the visitors are always treated better then the people who are already there.