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Blane

 


             Inggas is all we have left now, like I tell her I understand this, we no longer have higher education, decent jobs, or even a freedom of religion, but we have our language, and they cannot take that away as easily as the rest. It is the last thing that defines us from the Kongcrar, and the only thing that will ever give us a chance of freedom again. Only if we once again unite under the simple words of freedom will we ever have a chance of regaining our independence. And that is where I want him to stay here and learn Inggas, so that one day maybe he will lead the rebellion that will free our people. We might now be few, and we might not have all of their technology, but he have a spirit in our people that cannot be broken, we are humans, and we will never let ourselves be conquered and thinned out, it just is not who we are. Yet while I feel patriotic, like the Americans of old, I also have a detached fear that our Independence Day will never come.
             This feeling makes me think that it will just be best for Matt to go to the Kongcric school and learn their culture and language and move on with his life and feed into their propaganda, simply because he would be more equipped to survive in their world. That is what Sheila will not understand; I am just thinking rationally here though, there are so many of them and they conquered us so easily, I just cannot see us ever really being a free people or planet again. It is just so hard mom, I only want the best for my son, and I want so badly for him to have a better life than what we have now. I wish dad were still around he would know what to do, the old Captain always had a plan or idea, if he were still around I know we would have the courage to liberate ourselves, but that is probably why he is gone. I miss him mom, I miss him every day, and I can still see him in full uniform going out to trying to organize a resistance I loved him so much and never really told him as much as I should have, he died for me so I could have a better life, one free of restrictions and foreign rule.


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