I feel that I should preface this with a disclaimer against American stupidity. Most Americans do not know what the word "state" actually means;
it means what you would call a "country."
The American "states" are not states - there is presently only one state in the borders of the USA, and that is the USA itself.
However, the name implies that the original intention was to have each state acting as its own country, with an incredibly weak system in DC, one that would only act to ensure the freedom and security of all the states in its realm of Union. But it's been a long time since anyone referred to the USA as "these" rather than "this."
And... America has about 32 states.
Some people have no home. These are whom we call the homeless.
Some people do not live in apartments or flats or condos, and these people we call the houseless - because none of them have houses.
Homes and hammers and heads and hearts.
But some others in this world have no state;
This means no passport, no ID, no visa, and no country.
No place where they can settle down. No place where they can call home. No place to belong. No place to love or laugh or cry or hate. No flag to wrap themselves in, and no national anthem to sing.
They are not wanderers - they are escapees and running. There is no aimlessness in surviving, there is only today, and surviving until tomorrow.
Fuck Joe Arpaio, the inconsiderate douchebag.
Fuck anyone who treats an entire class of people like scum, becoming themselves the demons of these refugee lives, and the target of my vitriol. They are themselves the class of people scummy.
If only love dominated politics.
I just read the writings of a man called Helmut Hassmann, a stateless man during WW2, and his whole life, a Jewish man from Germany. Tossed from one prison to another, one border to another, trying to find his new home, trying to find his new existence.
We are biological beings, and for all of the millennia of human existence before "society," borders beyond city walls did not exist.
And I think they're shit.
Build bridges. Not walls. Kumbaya and all that jazz.
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