Chapter 30
Episode 30
We are treated like nothing more than second class citizens in Our Own Lands
It’s a quiet ache that settles deep in the bones, a persistent hum beneath the surface of daily life. It’s the feeling of being invisible, yet intensely scrutinized. It’s the subtle, and sometimes not-so-subtle, reminders that no matter how far we’ve come, no matter how much we’ve strived to integrate, to contribute, to simply be, we are still seen as ‘other.’ We are treated like second-class citizens, not just in the broader world, but in the very lands our ancestors have called home for millennia.
I’ve seen it in the way eyes linger a moment too long, in the hushed conversations that cease when we enter a room, in the assumptions made about our intelligence, our work ethic, our right to simply exist. It’s the assumption that we are burdens, rather than inheritors. It’s the constant need to prove our worth, to justify our presence, to overcome a tide of ingrained prejudice that seems to flow as naturally as the rivers that once nourished our lands.
This isn't a new story. The echoes of it resound through generations, whispered in the hushed tones of elders who have witnessed it all, felt in the frustration of youth who are still navigating its insidious reach. It’s the sting of being denied opportunities, not because of a lack of skill or dedication, but because of the color of our skin. It’s the quiet humiliation of being patronized, of having our contributions minimized, of being expected to be grateful for crumbs when we deserve a full table.
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