April 10, 2010
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Tribes within a nation
We are all alike where I come from, in my little community, my little tribe within this nation. No really different ways of thinking are tolerated. Oh little differences maybe, but not big ones. Black but certainly not a working man or of lower class. Mexican, but you would have a hard time knowing it. Maybe they go to a different church than I. But nothing fanatical, nothing too different, or they stay quite about it. Politically and socially we are overwhelmingly moderate. Oh so very average. Some say that clouds my vision, blinds me to reality. But I say, how would you know, you live isolated within your own tribe as well.
We build walled communities to keep to our own kind. The same education and class, taste and income are not to vary by much. Even the cars look alike. In my town it’s trucks, in others it is the Lexus, or something looking very much like one. We dress in our clothes, which might as well be uniforms of our class. Entire stores with nothing significantly different in them and no one different shopping there.
