My feelings towards my hometown
Trying to make sense of the place I called home for my childhood, as I lose faith in the community I was once a part of as well as humanity as a whole.
- •To start off, I grew up in the only liberal town in MontanaA blue town in a sea of red. Filled with college hippies, nature lovers and some uh, other people
- •But liberal for Montana is not saying much.The amount of ignorance and hate this community continues to breed is mind boggling
- •You might've heard about my town. A book by Jon Krakauer was written about it.
- •Sometimes I love my town. I love the river in the center of town. I love that you can get all the way across town in less than 15minutes.
- •But then I remember there are people like those in Krakauer's book, and the people I went to high school with who post statuses like this...And I'm ashamed. Ashamed to call this place my hometown
- •And this...
- •But in reality, my hometown is no different than any other hometown across the nation
- •Sure some hometowns may be more liberal and open minded than mine, (hi NYC 👋) but the hate and ignorance is still out there.
- •Still spawning more hate, violence and injustice in this world.
- •All I can do is be thankful my parents raised me to see the humanity in others, to empathize, and be kind.And be thankful I had the privilege to leave my hometown for college.
- •And work to call out and educate these people.So that maybe the next generation in my hometown, and this country, can be a little better than it is today.