HeCriedAngel
I traveled to India, there we handed out rice to families in small clans under overpasses, on the side of the road, and some were tucked inside the trees. These people knew no love, no compassion. They had no hope. It made me realize how truly privileged the American people are. We are free to be who we want. To say what we want, and to eat where, what, and when we want. These people in these clans knew no such freedom. These people were condemned to live their lives as trash. My heart breaks for them. I'm telling this story through the eyes of an Untouchable. In Indian culture you were cast out of society if you weren't rich enough, if you "sinned", if your father did something wrong you also did something wrong. You were born into it, and you could never be anything other than an untouchable. Your neighbors didn't want anything to do with you, your own government spat upon you. No freedom, no love, you are untouchable.