My American family, my Hindu family

As the post says, I will talk about my family. My American family. Everyone in America is my family, the ugly the beautiful, the wicked the righteous. Who cares, if you’re an American you’re part of my family. Since I’m an American, my ancestors shared this country with your ancestors, your Gods were once my Gods, your friends were once my friends. Slavery, we went through that. The civil war, that too. The Declaration of Independence. Woman’s rights. Etc. My neighbor is my friend, the person who works at Starbucks is my friend, the accountant the lawyer, etc. The country has changed though, people no longer think of the stranger as their friend. I went to a Starbucks a bit back, I walk in, and say a couple of things, the lady at the counter says, “I’m sorry, I’m not used too associating with your kind.” With a tone of contempt. Maybe I had a stain on my shirt, maybe my hair wasn’t washed yet, maybe my fly was down, who knows? All I know is she was pretty confident that I had a kind, and that she had nothing to do with this species of mine. Not everyone wants to view you as their sibling, they’re too good for you, they think to themselves, they’re smarter, prettier, wealthier, more successful, etc. but who are they trying to fool? I know they are my sisters and my brothers. My American family is caught up in all these laws and rules, thinking, well; I can only talk to this person if they have this money, wake up at this time, like this hobby, live next to me, go to the same job as me, eat French fries like me, etc. I have a Hindu family too; many of them live in India, some live in America. I am separated by a vast distance from my Hindu family, the people who love the same Gods I do, have the same philosophy as me, seek to follow dharma, are demonized and dehumanized in America, worship Krishna, lord Vishnu, Shakti, etc. I miss my Hindu family. (Dm me if your Hindu, I may not message right away though 🤗) I have a biological family too; my abusive relatives. I reach out, with my finger, to touch a friend, to feel warmth, to feel appreciated; reaching out, I expect a hand waiting for me. But my American friends, have forgotten that we are related. And my Hindu friends, live far away.