America, The Angry and Uneducated
Don’t hate me, hate the broken infrastructures within this country you call great
There’s no quicker way to infuriate a bar full of white, middle-class Republicans who are only Republicans because they’re racist than to disclose the fact your state-provided health insurance covers practically all of your medical expenses, as mine does.
Though, not intentional on my part, this is precisely what I did one night late last week. I guess I should’ve known my audience and kept my voice down when discussing my health insurance with my friend across from me.
Right. Like I’m even capable of doing so or am the least bit bothered by who is bothered by any truth I tell. As if debating hasn’t been my favorite sport for as long as I can remember.
Plus, if I’m being honest, upsetting misguided Republicans is kind of fun. Call it a passion of mine. The looks on their faces when I tell them about my non-existent co-pays make my heart sing joyous songs.
The overtly white and barely middle-class union worker we will call Roy because he looked like a Roy, overheard what I was saying and barged into my conversation uninvited — as so many Roys before him have.
He asked me if it was fair a decent percentage of his pay is deducted from his check every week and put towards his health coverage, yet he still has to pay an arm and a leg every time he sees a doctor — while mine is covered by the state pretty much from top to bottom.
He went so far as to say he “pays for my insurance”, which I guess means all the taxes I’ve ever paid are funding the wall I know he supports. If his taxes are supporting my interests and causes, mine must be supporting his, if we’re using his distorted logic.
The anger was visible in his face and detectable in his voice. He hated me, despite the fact he didn’t know me, all because I don’t pay absurdly high costs for my coverage as he does.
He hated me, instead of hating the broken infrastructure that is health care in America. Every time I went to tell him his anger was misplaced, he insisted he wasn’t angry — though the veins bulging from his head as he spoke said otherwise. He interrupted me every time I went to speak, as so many republicans before him have.
I write, as a way to vent my frustrations with every Republican Roy who has ever interrupted me as I was talking. It’s an outlet for me to say everything I didn’t get a chance to because I was talked over or asked to change the subject, once I made a point too valid to be disputed by anything but senseless and misplaced anger.
In all honesty, Roy is right. It’s not fair he pays top dollar while I pay nothing. He never gave me a chance to say as much though, his own ignorance and anger kept stopping me from being able to do so.
His insistence he wasn’t angry, as his voice got louder and louder, prevented him from actually hearing anything I was trying to say.
Granted, he probably makes $44 an hour while I scrounge up pennies to pay bills, as a struggling but very hopeful writer.
Though he doesn’t deserve $44 an hour and I’d be willing to bet he only rightfully earns a small portion of what he brings home every week.
However, I don’t waste my time or energy getting mad at the Roys of the world for being apart of the problem that is our political climate or tilted economy.
I know it’s not Roy’s fault he can’t see past his anger and ignorance. He’s just watched one too many episodes of Fox and Friends to be reasoned with. Especially by any poor and struggling person who didn’t vote for Trump, with skin as non-white as mine appears.
A few seats down from me sat a lady I’ve known for over a decade, wearing a Trump 2020 shirt. She so kindly informed me that I “should like Trump” because “he’s done great things for this country”, despite the fact she doesn’t read, watch the news and is far less educated in politics and the matter at large than I am. And that’s not saying a lot because I have very little interest in politics. I’m just capable of doing my own research and choose to read over watching reruns of 90’s sitcoms.
She just knows he’s “stopping rapist Muslims and Mexicans from entering this country illegally” — her words, not mine. Oh, America. Your level of ignorance and misplaced anger never ceases to amaze me.
This lady is on SSI and is therefore basically as poor as I am. Trump, is not fighting for people like her, yet that doesn’t stop her and so many like her from fighting for him.
She claimed, “Muslims are openly raping women in the streets of England in broad daylight”.
Now, I’ve never been to England but I have a feeling she’s never been out of the Tri-state area, for her to have the first clue as to what happens in the streets of England.
Though, I’ve got a strong hunch that says women are not being openly raped by anyone in the streets of England, let alone in broad daylight.
So much of our anger in America is misplaced and aimed in the wrong direction. I don’t bother getting upset at people like those in that bar. They don’t know any better because they weren’t taught any better. I imagine racial slurs were commonplace at their dinner table growing up, as to where I’ve never heard my father use one in all of my 32 years, hand to God.
How can we fix these broken systems that oppress us and hold us back if we’re too busy arguing with each other to ever unite and do something about it?
We won’t be able to, and that’s precisely what those who create the divisiveness in the first place are counting on.
I have no go-to solutions or quick answers for how to fix this country, it’s healthcare system or politics as a whole. What I do know though, is anger and ignorance is not the solution, but only the cause of further problems.
Perhaps if we all started to see each other as not only fellow Americans but also human beings, instead of the enemy or the problem — we might stand a fighting chance of legitimately making this country great again, as my least favorite politician claims he is, as he does anything but.