White Americans talk about democracy like it’s a bag of seeds you buy at Home Depot, sprinkle across your backyard before freedom grows fully bloomed from the soil, petals red and blue outstretched.
They talk like all soil is the same.
Like every seed comes with a 100% satisfaction sticker, guaranteed to give you a luscious plant.
They forget how one strain of unwanted plant can kill an entire farmland. They forget that some seeds give you strange fruit. They forget that we have been planting our own crops for over seven thousand years.
This is such an unbelievably beautiful and moving prose piece that I feel like anyone coming from a non-Western/third world country can relate to.