Afraid For America

I apparently haven't posted since February. I passed last semester. As usual, the easier class is the one I nearly failed. I'm in my (hopefully) last semester on the island. Instead of five blocks of exams, we only have three, which means that I can't screw up early on or I won't be able to make it up. Some things are working against us compared to last semester, and others are working for us, so we'll see.

Friends and family in Texas are voting for Trump. From what I can tell, this is because he is republican. He's not specifically pro-life enough to justify voting for him for that reason, and the overt racism and sexism and propositions to limit freedom of religion (in violation of our constitutional rights) should be enough to make any sane person vote against him.

In fact, when my dad claimed that Muslims are responsible for the terrorist attacks in America, I asked "what about all the shootings?" and he claimed that shootings aren't terrorist attacks. So I asked why the San Bernardino shooting counted as a terrorist attack, and the answer I suggested, that he didn't seem to have a reply for, was that the shooter was Muslim.

I am aghast at the racism and sexism that still exists in my country, a country that has reinforced countless times throughout my education that such prejudices are not only wrong, but have been eradicated in past decades. These dispositions, however, remain alive and well. And my church and surrounding community seem to be holding onto such dispositions.

Anyway, I must watch and read a million lectures if I hope to live in America for more than a few weeks this fall. I am afraid of what my country has and will become.