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August 28, 2006
by Lonnie D. Story
Much like as in the story of the "Emperor With No Clothes," Each and every naturally born American citizen faces the same disease. It is not a disease categorized by race, religion, political persuasion but a matter of birthright or, better yet, birth only.
While I have issues regarding immigration politics, policy and the like, I will refrain on this particular discourse. No, this is a matter of the "average" born American and where he stands. If it makes you feel better, I will say "he or she" to be politically correct. Not really, but feel the love. My readers, both male and female, know my sentiments and the proper usage of term for expedience sake to use current vernacular.
We, the aforementioned, travel by a walk in the morning around the block, a car ride in the afternoon to a friend's house two hours away or and air flight in the evening to a distant country that all equates to one bottom line: We Are Kings Without A Country.
If unnoticed, I recently took six weeks away to get some much needed travel, life experience and exploration. From July 6, 2006 until August 23, 2006, I left my hometown of Holly Hill, Florida to travel to a volume of destinations. The odyssey began simple and harmless in thought, plan and pattern: U.S. citizen with passport in hand (international travel experience belted tight) goes to local, yocal airport and flies to foreign land (previously visited upon numerous occasions), for a much needed respite. Well, the traveler was in good spirits but the future wasn't.
The adventure went from lies at the counter on the local venue to standing endless hours and traveling corridors of terminals at three airports in two days by parties unfamiliar with the fact that we were comrades from the same country by birth, or so thought. No, not even a "second class" treatment was given. One particular airline by the descript "Delta" failed the test of being an American iconic stalwart of quality air travel. Let's just leave it to say, I arrived at my destination four days late and unbelievably treated; as well as the unhappy ending of five day's worth of lost luggage.
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Back to being King! Here is the flight travels and somewhat redundant schedule, while important for the purpose of getting to the point. From July 6th through August 23rd the following flights occurred: Daytona to Atlanta, Atlanta to Chicago, Chicago to Vancouver, Vancouver to Mania, Philippines, Manila to Hong Kong, Hong Kong back to Manila, Manila to Cebu, Cebu to Manila, Manila to Vancouver, Vancouver to Las Vegas, Las Vegas to Atlanta, Atlanta to Daytona Beach. Daytona Beach to Atlanta, Atlanta to San Jose, Costa Rica. San Jose, Costa Rica to Atlanta, Atlanta to Daytona Beach. Yes, this is what I did for six weeks and "enjoyed" my vacation. Laughter must rail pervasively by now.
Here is where I make my point. From the time I arrived at the desk in the airport at Daytona Beach, I felt as if a foreigner. From the "shoes off" "open laptop" inspection, show passport to the quizzical looks at the boarding counter through every step of the process, I was no longer an American. I was no longer a person. I was a blank sheet of paper waiting for ink stains and lacking a repair kit. I had become a King Without A Country. My birth right said that I had privileges of being non-suspect and welcomed to many nations, no longer. In all the places I traveled, ventured and wandered, I was an American; a King. Rich, white, wealthy and king quality. One small problem: I had no country. My country, if announced, was a hated and despised place where people of that origin where designated to the category of "take all they have and screw them."
Yes, I am an American and I suffer for it, no less or more than you will. We have become Kings without a Country. The dollar in our pocket, or sock, is plucked, pulled, plied and lied from our person. We have been left as naked as the Emperor. No clothes, no humanity, no respect and no care nor concern. Just get the dollar off his ass and check the next one.
I left my country to "enjoy" a needed respite away to some welcoming sights, sounds, surroundings, experiences on a local level, etc. Only to find that I had become a king leaving a country he does not have any control over to arrive in a country where I was a king from a country that knew me not. Though thought a king to these foreign lands, I was more like a king as a homeless man in Chicago with a warm breakfast than a welcomed American. No, I could leave any day and the day would not change nor the weather and atmosphere. The only change was my dollar was no longer mine, it had passed to a system world-wide that has no gratitude, much contempt and full intent to take that "Yankee Dollar" to make damned sure that all 283 million Americans become kings without a country. Reason being? They will take that dollar you earned, worked for and spread so generously, to buy some of the American pie and take you out of the ingredients.
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Lonnie D. Story [send him email] is the author of "The Meeting of Anni Adams " and is working on "Without A Shot Fired: The Dustin Brim Story" Write Mr Lonnie D. Story at 1339 Center Avenue, Holy Hill, FL 32117.
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