Normally, a theme with this blog is that I usually write about fan-fictions and pre-existing characters to create new stories. However, recent events in the United States have highlighted an issue that afflicts every citizen (some more so than others). The murder of George Floyd has sparked outrage and rightfully so. The American nation is being torn apart by a just destruction. We are fighting against an ancient enemy and I hope that in my lifetime, we can see its defeat. To whoever may read this, I hope this post inspires you to rebel in your own way because rebellion and advocation are the cure to oppression. I’ve written a short story about a different America; one that I hope I can see in my time alive. Hopefully, my readers can be inspired to do something similar whether it be through donations or creating your own pieces of literature. Wars are won through individual battles.
In a run-down apartment in suburban California, a young black boy runs along with his white friend. In the summer breeze, they do not have a care in the world. While the grown-ups do not get along, that never bothered this young boy and his friend. No, they were inseparable. Through the trials and tribulations of their youth, the bonds between the young black boy and his young white friend would become stronger. Soon they found themselves transforming the environment that they lived in and eventually, the grown-ups would begin to understand that they were being shaped by the bonds of camaraderie between the two kids. As the years progressed, America began to make peace with its heritage of oppression while also work for its dream of equality. As the years progressed, America became a nation that would not dwell on the mistakes of a bygone era but bask in the successes of an approaching one. As the years progressed, America would live up to the expectation held by millions of families across the world: an expectation of hope and lack of compromise.
In the end, all of this was just a story. But it doesn’t have to be.