THE ENEMY
BY
ed-mike mertell
I read about them in the newspapers. I saw and heard about them on the radio and T.V.. The Russians; how they wanted to take over the world, how they wanted to destroy my country with nuclear bombs, how they were against freedom, God, and democracy. So, I feared them, and soon I hated them. I knew in my heart it was either them or me. I joined the army, so that one day I might be able to conquer, and or kill the enemy.
Then the wall in Berlin fell, and the Soviet Union disintegrated. I met a Russian in school and I talked to him and him to me. He told me of his life in his distant land. I came to understand that he was just a man. Not all good, but not all bad, he was just a man like me. He loved his God and his family. I realized that this man although from a very different country than me, this Russian was still my brother, not my enemy.
I read about them in the newspapers. I saw and heard about them on the radio and the T.V.. The poor; they were rioting in Las Angeles. They smoked crack and were shiftless and lazy. They robbed good hard working people, and lived off the government for free. So, I feared them, and soon I hated them. I knew in my heart it was either them or me. I bought a gun, so if confronted I could conquer, and or kill the enemy.
Then one day I lost my job, and soon after I lost my car. Waiting for a bus one morning I met a poor man, and I talk to him and him to me. He told me of his life which was filled with mishaps and tragedy. I came to understand that he was just a man. Not all good, but not all bad, he was just a man like me. He loved his God and his family. I realized that this man although far less fortunate than even me, this poor man was still my brother, not my enemy.
I heard a man speak from a soap box in the park. He said, “Don’t believe what you read in the newspapers, or what you see and hear on the radio or T.V.. These things are owned by the rich, and they use them to fool us with lies. They oppress the masses. They live off the sweat of good hard working people, leaving them to live in poverty. They ruin the world with their selfishness and greed. So, I feared them, and soon I hated them. I knew in my heart it was either them or me. I joined a revolutionary movement, so that one day I might conquer and or kill the enemy.
As in every revolutionary movement, we needed a political basis, and a financial on as well. At a fund raiser I met a rich man, and I talked to him and him to me. He told me of his life; of his upward climb, of his hopes and fears, of his pride, and inadequacies. I came to understand that he was just a man. Not all good, but not all bad, he was just a man like me. He loved his God and his family. I realized that this man although far more fortunate than me, this rich man was still my brother, not my enemy.
Now, I no longer believe everything I read in the newspapers, or everything I see and hear on the radio or T.V.. I’m not in the army. I don’t carry a gun. I don’t belong to any revolutionary movements, but I now know the enemy. It’s not the Russians, the poor, or even the rich. It’s inside of you and me. Only understanding and love will ever conquer the fear, and the hate, and finally kill the enemy!
2006-12-15
16:15:45
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