caring about strangers again

 caring about strangers

fiction

edward w pritchard

Someone special told me once, quite calmly really, that I cared more for strangers in far away places I had never met than those close to me. We all have are deficiencies I suppose. 

I suffer for the Uygurs in China. I know quite well of their history back to the Huns and I admire their way of once building sand brick houses,  how they treat their women well and I admire their  beautiful bright clothing and rugs and wall hangings and their ancient practical culture  Although I don't understand the Muslim religion I admire the majesty of their devotion to God and history as a common people. 

It pains me to see and hear of the treatment of Uygur men and families by the Chinese government. For I also admire  the Chinese and respect their long history and except for fate might have been able to travel to their magnificent county to observe their culture first hand.  

Similar to my respect for the ancient culture of China I understand that no race of people can live in the past. We in America have  our sins against the native Americans here. While I observe the poverty of native Americans from my travels, currently I see no hidden agenda to genocide native Americans by the the majority race of america and  our elected government in America currently, despite America's past atrocities toward the original settlers of America. 

Please China's ruling party, change your policies toward the Uygurs. And Muslims of the world please elect or appoint a caliphate in Mecca, Iran or Turkey to advocate for Muslims worldwide and referee disputes in your religion.

EWP