I’m at a point in my life when I’m really thinking hard about what my post-career life is going to be. I’ve worked to position myself in what I hope to be a reasonably comfortable existence. My modest 2-family home will be paid off in about 6 years and I have no other debt. Beyond my children, brother and friends, I don’t anticipate any ties to this country to remain once I retire.
I think I want out.
As a first generation American, my commitment to this country is negligible. I don’t have generations of family history tying me to the “United” States. Hell, I don’t think there’s a single family grave or place of significance tethering me to this land which has been built upon a foundation of patriarchal white supremacist beliefs.
I want better than what this country offers.
I don’t want to live in a country that believes more in bans on women’s bodies and library books than it does on weapons.
I don’t want to live in a country which celebrates the uber wealthy, while vilifying the indigent.
I don’t want to live in a country in which it is easier to buy a gun than baby formula.
I don’t want to live in a country that earns money by charging high interest rate loans to those seeking college educations and the related opportunities afforded to those who obtain degrees.
I don’t want to live in a country in which mass shootings regularly occur – in schools, places of worship, grocery stores and performance venues.
I don’t want to live in a country white washed to believe that people of color are minorities when, in fact, they are the global majority.
I don’t want to live in a country where corporate profits and executive compensation are always prioritized over providing benefits and a paying living wage to workers.
I don’t want to live in a country that doesn’t reflect my beliefs, convictions or priorities.
I don’t want to live in a country in which nearly a third of the population believes that White Replacement Theory is a genuine political conspiracy.
I don’t want to live here.
Feel free to replace me.