23.5.05

At the immigration building, Lyn and I were sitting, waiting for them to call our names. While there, one could easily look around at the people that looked so "American" and were most definitely not. We all dressed in our nice "American" clothing and the majourity of us even had that lovely "Amercian" accent and yet, still were in the same room trying to officialise ourselves as "Americans."

While heading towards the citizenship room all the security people were checking our bags and slightly, basically, treating us somewhat like crap. Because we weren't part of the "country" or "U.S." they were all levels above us and had to talk condescendingly to us, for us immigrants don't understand anything else but dreams.

Reminded me of the border patrollers at the Canadian border (of last year). When the officer asked me of where I was from and to step off the bus, I was bascially scum to her. I'm not even forming a hyperbole, she was talking to me as if I was dirt and she only lightened up when she saw that my passort was blue (which identifies me as a U.S. citizen). And it's ridiculous how I've had to wait 3 years to finally have the official document that states that "henceforth Elizabeth Chinelo Ikejimba is, now, and always, a citizen of the United States. . ." blah blah blah.

Ah, the U.S., the land of the free, as long as your papers say so, or else you're just scum that thought they could finally find "freedom" but found nothing but inequality, constant "reasons" for the government to take away the money that you practically shed your own blood for, just to keep your familia alive, and a constant cycle of poverty unless you become one of the lucky ones that struck gold somehow. . . .

The Pledge of Allegiance only counts for those who's bloodline actually goes back to kin that shed blood for the flag or have bribed the government for long enough that nothing really matters anymore. . . God Forgive Amercia

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