Thank you. I am sure they'll appreciate the effort.
You know, while I am at it, I am a white African. Black people spat on my face for being white, white people threw rocks at me for being African. None of that was my fault. I didn't choose from whom I was born, nor where.
That cured me instantly of any connection to the concept of race. I ask, scratch that, demand to be judged by my actions. I am a Citizen of the Universe. I no longer have no affiliations to Country or Motherland. I have been forced to take a Nationality, for legal purposes. I went along and even served on its military. I did my part to say thank you. That's the extent of it.
Why? Because the country I was born in, no longer exists. The ones that took it over, expelled me like garbage. The ones that took me in, did it as a fucking favor, a reluctant obligation. At 10 years old, I was a refugee. I've been adopted, never assimilated. I don't belong here, I don't belong any fucking where. Now, at 60, I no longer care.
I can only understand the concept of race, through an exercise in empathy, how ironic is that? Nationality, means shit to me. Patriotism is an empty word. Flag, country, hymn... just concepts that I don't relate to, the best I can do is recognize their importance for others, because for me, they mean nothing.
So, never worry, I'll never talk about race. Couldn't fucking care less than what I do about that shit.
:: Steps down from the folding soap box, folds it, puts it under his arm, bows and limps away ::
Peace
