Apple pie and motherhood

I just read a prologue for a book that has yet to be written and I am filled to overflowing with thoughts that leave me bubbling.

Boiling.

Frustrated and yet proud.

I feel as if my eyes have just been opened to a tiny focal point that has been a very unfocused part of my life.

Injustice abounds in this world, but the systematic injustice of a country built on shaky pillars has never been as clear to me as it is now.

The unspoken way our forefathers have manipulated our core values and woven them in among the so called Christian beliefs, and privileged moralities of both class and race prejudices that create the fabric of our entire justice system and personal beliefs is outrageous.

It shows how easy it is to mold the minds of people swayed by catchy phrases and comfortable acceptance of what greatness is. Apple pie and motherhood! But only for those people who we deign deserve it.

We want to live on high ground in the garden of good and evil, but we want it at the expense of an awful lot of good people caught up a fairy tale that does not exist.