Yesterday I Ubered home. My wonderful truck (almost 200,000 miles) informed me that we needed a water pump and my trusted mechanic(s) told me that the job wouldn’t be completed in time for my drive home from work.
Hence Uber.
My driver was a very polite and energetic young man in his early thirties. Our first thirty seconds covered introductions. He told me he was a father of three and working three jobs to pay the bills. Through a little more discussion I found out he was a graduate from the University of California, Davis.
For those of you not familiar with California we in NORTHERN California refer to Davis as the People’s Republic of Davis.
Yes, as in the People’s Republic of China.
Upon my verbal curiosity he informed me he had graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in American Studies.
Of course this piqued my interest.
Number one, I am an American.
Number two, I’d never heard of that as a Major.
I kind of smiled and said, “well my friend please tell me what the professors in American studies are teaching you.”
His verbiage was filled with propaganda but it was very clear to me he was struggling with the things he was saying.
It was as though he knew the things he’d been taught were wrong but this was the education that he’d received so until someone said something different he was going to use that verbiage.
Kind of like auto-pilot.
Again a very nice, smart, hard-working and pleasant young man.
I turned off auto-pilot and started talking about the things I always talk about.
Freedom.
America.
“The Great Experiment”.
Benjamin Franklin and Adam Smith.
He listened very intently for about ten minutes, and when I paused, asked me to keep going because he agreed with everything I’d just said.
I discussed labels for a minute (how dangerous and unproductive they are) and then asked him to give me the title of one of his third or fourth year classes.
He answered with “African-American culture in urban America.”
I just started to laugh.
“That’s quite a handle. No labels there,” I said.
He laughed with me and said, ” I agree with everything you said and most of my professors would have hated you. As far as they are concerned everything is messed up because of the White Man.”
I nodded.
He continued, “except for one of my last professors. He talked about Adam Smith the way you just did. When I get home I am going to look up my notes. I loved that class!”
With a few minutes to go he said casually that he was a Muslim. I asked, as I always do, Sunni or Shiite. He said Sunni and that most Muslims are Sunni. We briefly discussed the Koran and then I said my problem with Islam is Sharia. Sharia is the law in Islamic nations and is systemic oppression. It abuses women, children, and many men.
He agreed and said he hated Sharia and that is wasn’t found in the Koran.
I replied whether it is or isn’t is irrelevant. It’s found in every nation where muslims are the majority.
He agreed.
We were almost to my house when I asked him where his parents were from.
He answered his father was from Syria and his mother was “Mexican-American…a Chicano.”
I smiled again and said, “no labels there.”
I then continued with “when I asked where your father was from you said Syria. That is a nation and a factual answer. You then said your mother was Mexican-American, a Chicano. These things don’t exist. We are humans, homo-sapiens, and we have a specific nationality. Mexico-America doesn’t exist. Neither does Chicano.”
I looked at him again and asked “where were you born?”
He answered, “Harbor City, California.”
I blinked twice and said, “so was I.”
We sat there for a few seconds and then I asked him “what is YOUR nationality?”
He looked me straight in the eye and said, “I am an American! I love the United States!”
America First.
AMERICAN ONLY.
The young people will listen as long as we continue to ROAR !!!
The Truth is a powerful thing.
The kids know they have been lied to and they are sick of it.
They’re just not sure where to turn.
Shine the light and lead the way.
Freedom First.
Freedom ONLY.
Let us take our pens and our swords and push “into this good night!”
Pens firing away.
Swords sharpened and at the ready.
So ready in fact they never have to be used.
God has blessed these United States.
The rest is up to us.
As Adam Smith has pointed out, the rest is up to you.
Jason Kraus
