History Manifesto By J.M. Rojas

In arrested development they found out how justice was blind, Justice of course being the dog to a character played by Julie Lewis dreyfus, whom played the prosecutor against The Bluth family In a later episode of the first season, She was a blind prosecutor with a watch dog which later turns out to be the blind one, In court Michael bluth throws a bible at her face to prove she’s not blind, she later makes the paper for having the bible knock out the blindness that conflicted her. I know your wondering why It is that I’m ranting about a Television sit-com But I find the show a great satirical example of how history’s written, How the lives of important people or famous people challenge the legal system, make headlines, change laws, and leave behind a history no matter how stupid they are.
If I should be writing about History on a huge scale, I think that people Hundreds of years from now will look back at our foolish civilization, and laugh about our bogus Gods and relics, our simplistic way of life, our wood, mud and stone homes. Our never ending Dreams with immortality. They will say how dumb, clueless and in the dark we were about everything. the way we look down on past civilizations. Even those civilizations that were great, we criticize for their religious beliefs and ethical situations, which under a heavy light teach us so, so much. So Over the Past few months we have discussed history, its writers, publishers, and the way things are remembered. You know what they say Ignorance is bliss. I know we always want to know more, know the truth, know everything about everyone involved with what ever drama left a tear in time, but sometimes I don’t want to know all the conspiracy behind it all. Maybe It’s the way I was brought up In a clueless old fashion manner but I’ve been thought not to question the people in power, Its not like we have had some powerful discussions, but Its just what I’ve over heard.
I was born in Mexico Near the Pacific Ocean, I lived In Mexico till I tuned eight years Old, My family and I moved to Riverside CA, where My Adoptive parents and sister had been living for a couple of years, Over the next few years I would move back and forth from Mexico, to California, I was also raised by very traditional people who adopted me In their late fifties, My mother and father were Catholic missionaries for twelve years before adopting my sister or I, My sister is also fourteen years older then me, and she was adopted at birth. I’m the youngest person in my family tree, My Aunts and uncles are all in their early to late seventies some of them have been six below my whole life, and I’ve never met them, all of my cousins are in their sixties and their kids are older then I am. Both of my parents are the youngest in their families my mother being the youngest in a family of nine and my father being the second to youngest In a family of Eleven. They met at a catholic retreat in Spain in the early 50’s. They were married four days after. Both my Parents, Fathers fought and died in The Mexican revolution.
My parents have been catholic missionaries in many countries around the world and especially South America. My father even enlisted in the Army when he was eighteen; its how he obtained his citizenship. My parents have always been involved in the church they were practically raised in it; my father was a preacher till he suffered an accident in 1997.
Although my parents were a lot tougher on My sister who is a-lot older then me, I was still very influenced by their Old ways. On being an American. I have always felt welcomed in the southwest, however I have been to other states and felt kind of uncomfortable. Places Where people cant help but to say “funny things” about me, but I have a tough skin and can always take a pounding I always been one to love bad attention. I kind of feel the same everywhere I go. I feel the same anxiety, that it’s all the same to me. Nothing fazes me.

On being from another country, I guess you can say I am torn. I love Los Angeles and southern California, Vegas and all the states that are nice and hot like the sun. That’s probably because it reminds me of Mexico. To me the whole coast looks the same, border or not. Coming from another country Like Mexico its easy to see solutions in this country its even easy to see big issues on a smaller life size scale since the issues at large in this country are nothing in comparison to the issues the people in Mexico face in their own homes everyday. All Americans should be thankful and proud in my opinion. Proud that they were given the option to learn and succeed, and grow within your own skin before having to face the realities of life of which some of us may never face our selves.
So Like I said before I don’t really care what story Is left behind. Sometimes the world just cant cope with the realities of truth, Let there be happy people, simple people who don’t need to worry about big complex issues of passions that tear away at world in the hands of the few. Let them bring the world down. I completely understand the edited for televisions sides of the stories with happy endings. It all may be because I understand the concept of pubic relations. But we are no longer as blind as we were a few years ago, and the way that the media is evolving, I think that the Internet and other sources of information we will begin to see a new multi facet truth to things. Different sides coming from different places.
On beliefs I have abandoned my once traditional ways of thinking when it comes to other aspects of reality that I doubt can be reversed, I rather stay on the good old tradition ways when it comes to politics and try not to judge those in power, I mean they got to power for a reason, I doubt well never really know who runs the show anyways.
Of course I will keep an open mind when it comes to hearing peoples opinion on history especially now as an adult I know people who have written books and are complete psychopaths. I understand we have probably just been force fed a bunch of sugar coated over re-written Babel jargon, and a bunch of wise guys, corporations, monsters and politicians write history and make sure to tell it how they would like to remember it but when these buildings fall theirs an earthquake, an explosion, whatever they’ll come back and excavate the place and find the things we valued and treasured, the rocks we considered priceless, the art we looked at and made. The colors artist used, and the faces they painted will tell us exactly what happened. They say you are born encoded with absolutely every single day of human life that has come before you since the start of it all. I think these things that live on for ever, these things we value for so long, things that remind us of what we think beauty is as a whole also reminds us of those days long before, of old lives and our history. That’s what I think will truly identify our civilization.