I come from a country where people were jailed because all they wanted was to be treated as equals.
I come from a country where people were killed because they didn’t agree with policies of hatred.
I come from a country where people were thrown in jail never to be charged – because the government could.
I come from a country where we gave up our liberties because of a false belief that it made us safer.
I come from a country where our true leaders were said to be terrorists because they dared to stand up for those who could not stand up for themselves.
I come from a country where the government controlled the media through lies and deception.
I come from a country where the media didn’t tell us the truth because they feared the government more than what they loved the truth.
I come from a country were our leaders told us and taught us more about hate than about hope.
I come from a country where the church walked hand in hand with those who were the perpetrators of oppression.
I come from a country that tortured those who didn’t agree with us all in the name of national security and fear.
I come from a country where we were told that anyone with a black skin or skin with a different shade than pink were somehow different from us and not one of us.
I come from a country where people who disagreed with the government in the mildest of ways were told that they were traitors.
I come from a country where we shouted “kill him” when we saw someone we thought didn’t look or think like us – even when they did.
I come from a country where fear controlled our every thought even though we never knew it.
I come from a country where history was rewritten to fit the story the government ideology wanted us to believe in.
I come from a country where we were our schools taught not science and facts but what the government and church wanted them to teach us.
I come from a country where information were kept from us because being kept in the dark kept our mouths shut.
I come from a country where we looked for blame elsewhere and not at the place where it was – in our homes and in our hearts.
I come from a country where we only allowed “freedom” to those who bowed to the power of government.
I come from a country where people with different sexual preferences were kept from being who they are – through laws and lies.
I come from a country where diversity were seen as threatening and not embraced as Gods way of making us all unique.
I come from a country where freedom was only given to those who looked and spoke and believed the same and not to those who were truly oppressed and discriminated against – women, gay and black South Africans.
I come from a country where we had elections but no one who mattered could vote or be voted for.
I come from a country where we believed that the opinions of those outside our borders did not matter.
I come from a country where we believed that no one but us were right and damn anyone who didn’t agree.
I come from a country where we believed we were in a democracy but we were just lying to ourselves.
I come from a country where the hatred we had for our fellow South Africans ruled our lives.
I come from a country where we created more enemies just so we could cling on to power we never really had.
I come from a country where we were divided and never united even though we called ourselves South Africans.
I come from a country where we didn’t have what you have.
Remember… Your are American. And you are because they are. How can you want other people to love and respect America if you can’t even love and respect yourself. Your own countrymen? You make America with your fellow Americans. You define it through your actions and through your words and through your thoughts. Be proud. Walk tall. Be true. Live in hope. Believe in each other. Create your dream. Make it real. Be Americans. And make America yours. Because who you are and what you do and what you say and what you think will define the America of tomorrow.
Don’t waste it. Make it count. Don’t be scared. Always seek the truth. Don’t believe the lies. But most of all. Most of all. Never, never ever hate your fellow Americans.
Everything that has been said over the last few days, weeks and months… This election. It made me think. Why? Why the hell do I even care? I can’t vote. I am not American. So why do I care apart from some warped idea that I live here and have some interest. Or that people I care for in this world will be affected by this election. I still shouldn’t get so worked up. It’s was only when I started looking back at my own country and the past that I remembered why… Hope. America represents hope. To me and to most people across this world. America is the hope we want to believe in. Hope of a better future. We just can’t see it right now.