What happened to America’s greatness? 

I’m under no illusion that evil lurks in the world. I’m of Cherokee and African descent. I’ve been robbed of my land and my ancestors had been massacred and enslaved. However, I never understood looking to the people that robbed your land, killed your ancestors and have you living in a tent, for justice and equality. 

I’ve been called a sellout, a Tom and a traitor. But how can I sell my soul when I don’t want my oppressor’s riches? My joy is a way to mask the pains and disappointments. I’m joyed because I don’t need allies or friends to help me. I don’t need a white father for advice. My joy comes from using my brain and the abilities God has given me. That’s what it means to be a devoted servant of Jesus. 

What happened to America’s greatness? We used to brag about our athletes, scientists and military might. I hear some say, “Make America Great Again” is racist, but never answer what they want America to be. I want America to succeed and let others know we can be free. 

In America, we don’t ask for help, we do things for ourselves. In America, we toil and work so we can reap the harvest. We have no time for defeats, only conquests. Some people believe in equality, I want total dominance over my competitors. This way I can control my destiny. 

Life is like football. We all want to score but there are obstacles that can deny you a touchdown. People gripe at the professional athletes’ money but very few people know how they work to make it. I could never imagine running up hills, lifting weights to exhaustion and then learning a playbook. Imagine getting injured and clawing your way back to such a high level. 

While I have many fans, I also have plenty of critics. But like a professional athlete, I did the work so that I can feast on the results. Critics are obstacles God gives us to crush like grapes.

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