Sunday, June 11, 2006

Influencing the Youth of America

After I take Fae to work this afternoon, I had to run a few errands. As I park at a nearby department store, I am walking away from my car and dialing Jes and Derick on my cell phone; I guess my subconscious realized I was on 71st Street in Tulsa, so I automatically needed to become self-absorbed with a cell phone to my ear...urban camouflage, you know! I walk inside and make my payment. As I am leaving, a line of three children passes before me, in a near collision.

Let us keep in mind that we live in a society that claims to celebrate difference and diversity, yet we are still a prejudiced and hateful nation of bigots and hypocrites...just look at Christianity. This is a religion that preaches "love thy neighbor", "judge not lest ye be judged" and in so many words, "no one can judge anyone, with the exception of God"...and yet these people, for the most part and in a vast majority, are most judgmental of any people I have encountered, and they have successfully proliferated socially acceptable hate crimes against the gay community and other cultures who believe differently than they. We have no acceptance in America...we have no diversity! The only reason why I do not have some redneck idiot or socialite asshole telling me to get a haircut is because they are too self-absorbed to fool with me...a bonus for me! And it is this archaic mindset that establishes a limitation for our youth. These people, the majority, teach their children that someone like me is a failure, and so they are driven to an extreme of pressure and limitation.

Now, back to the children! The three that crossed my path in this stuffy South Tulsa department store, they were all of the variety I speak of...proper and boring attire, orderly manner and trim little haircuts for the boys! I hate short hair, since as long as I can remember. It is boring, and pointless; why would you want to look like everyone else? So, I, with my long hair unfurled behind my stride and my sunglasses, looking like a character in some Seventies flick, I walk on past the children...and that is when I hear the youngest, the little clean cut boy with glasses and his perfect little outfit...he stares back at me as he continues to walk, and whispers, "he looks cool!" I smile.

I have officially planted the seeds of dissention into one solitary youth, and I did it with a mere presence.


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