The country seems to be more divided than we’ve seen it in a long time, and it’s only getting worse.  There are a lot of opinions as to whose fault it is. Everybody’s arguing about wrong and right.

But these days, we have trouble putting the blame on ourselves.  A lot of people refuse to admit when they’re wrong or when they’ve made a mistake.  That’s exactly where the problems lie.

As a storyteller, there are times that I’ll be describing somebody, and I’ll mention their ethnicity.  For example, I recently went to a gas station, and I saw an Indian guy walking up to my car. Maybe he thought I was someone else, or maybe he was trying to sell me something.  Turns out, I was at a full service station.

Is it racist to mention that he was Indian?  I think that it would be racist to avoid the detail.  I feel that saying that he was Indian is the same thing as describing any other person.  If it was a black guy, I would have said that a black guy was walking up to my car. It’s not to be racist, it’s just a fact.  He should be proud of his ethnicity, just like I always brag about being Italian.

“The Godfather” is a film about an Italian family.  “Get Out” is a film about a black family. “Coco” is a film about a Mexican kid.  These are all facts, not opinions.

I’ve been thinking about it for awhile, now, and I’ve realized that we’ve gotten too defensive.  People tend to see every other opinion as an attack, and we’re quick to jump on defending ourselves.  If I’ve ever offended anyone, it was not intentional. I don’t care if someone is a Republican, a Democrat, an American, a Mexican, gay, straight, etc..  I support anybody who needs it.