In Its Purest Form.

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A nameless human on Mars thinks about the prejudice against the Mars born humans that has sprung up across the new world. The nameless human thinks about the inherent existance of prejudice, its effects and how prejudice as a whole has changed from prejudice between Earth born humans to a prejudice that seems now to be a galactic problem.

Submitted: June 30, 2017

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In its Purest Form.

 

The sound of angry shouting wakes me. I sit up and look around. My gaze shifts instantly to the window and I know what the voices  are shouting about. They have  been doing this every morning for the past week and a half, not that they are getting anywhere.

I stride across to my window and pull the curtains apart, looking down at the street  below. Aha. I was right. The  Martians are protesting again.

I can  only hear certain words of what they seem to be saying.  Snatches of a  nationalistic song drift up to me from the pavement below as the long column of young men and women pass my house. “Greater understanding,” they chant, “down with Martian prejudice.” Though I can only hear phrases of what they are saying, I can hear the anger in every voice.  

I step back until the backs of my legs  hit the frame of my bed. I collapse back onto it, the uneasiness threatening to overwhelm me. I have indeed noticed a sudden upsurge in  Martian activity of late. I cannot say that I  blame them. I’ve seen the way the  Earth born humans treat the  Mars Borns these days. The older Earth born students at my college have already made it perfectly clear that they  don’t at all want the Mars born  students as friends. The Martian students sit in a huddle at a table by themselves now, too afraid to talk to any of the Earth borns. The only person they will talk to is me, not that my fellow Earth borns have taken kindly to that.  They call it a betrayal.

For a long time, it seemed that the Mars born humans would be excepted. After all, once we left Earth, it was inevitable that people would be born on Mars. When the first baby was born on Mars – a baby girl called Ruhani,  people celebrated her birth, called her the biggest miracle the human race had witnessed since we made it into space for the first time. Then more Martian humans were born and we began to  have hope in the future. It did indeed seem that we would be safe on Mars. We had finally found a place in the universe that could sustain us.

But then the so called “epidemic” arrived in the form of a large increase in the number of Martian births. It seemed that one moment,  Earth born humans outnumbered the Mars born humans.Then, what seemed like a moment later, the Earth born humans were dying out and the children of Mars were becoming a force to be reckoned with.

 I think people are getting scared. What was once a planetary saviour is now  an entity to be feared. Our media has been working overtime to spread this view as far and wide  as possible. Not a day goes by when one doesn’t pick up the Martian Chronicle and read headlines like, “Mass Martian population growth in the Northern sector, should Earth borns be concerned?” or the current favourite, “the threat of  a  Martian takeover is spreading throughout our new world.”

People are even complaining about the fact that the biggest celling newspaper on Mars is called the Martian Chronicle. “Why not the Human Chronicle,” the nationalists have said. They say that calling our paper the Martian Chronicle has made it clear that the Mars born humans have more or less begun to dominate our new world.

The sun is slowly rising over the tops of the houses. I can no longer hear the Martians’ songs. They  seem to have moved away. I can hear some of the neighbours complaining about them. I live on a  street where anger on the part of the Earth born humans seems to be rife. Some of them have already got up a petition to chase the Martians out of the town  that we live in. they succeeded to. The houses that once belonged to young Martian mothers and their children now stand empty. I have no idea where the police sent them. They were probably sent to the Southern sector – an area that the Earth born humans seem to have designated for them. I feel sick at the very thought of it. Neria, a  girl from Mars whom I  had struck up a close friendship was sent away also and I have not had any contact with her since.

I  sigh heavily and allow my head to drop into my hands.  I really did think that journeying to Mars all those years ago would prove to be our salvation. The first Earth born settlers made a three year journey from Earth to Mars  for the purpose  of ensuring the human race survived beyond the planet Earth. That was fifty years ago. Some of these people are still alive. It seems though that we have regressed. There is no longer any ill feeling or anger between those of the white Earth born humans and the black Earth born humans but that is only a small step on the road to acceptance. It seems to me that the racist tendencies of the white people and the black people have been forgotten in the interest of scapegoating those who were born on this planet.

I cannot for the life of me understand why. The Martians should be upheld as a symbol of hope but instead they are being viewed as a race  of beings who will prove to be the downfall of the human race. I have read a lot about  the early days of the Martian expansion in our textbooks at college. They were so happy back then. Now, things seemed to have turned around. We left Earth in the hope of leaving behind the ideologies that had brought about destruction on our own world. We seem to have brought those ideologies with us. Prejudice should have been left behind on Earth but we brought it with us instead.

 That is not to say that those born on Mars are blameless. Far from it. They have hit back at the Earth born  racists with some  racist  alogations of their own. “If you don’t like having us here, then go back to where you came from and leave us  alone.” I have heard that many a time from the Martian protesters. But those born on Earth cannot go home. The Earth was rendered uninhabitable years ago. That was the primary motive for moving to Mars in the first place. I think then that the anger on the part of those born on Earth stems from the frustration at being trapped on a planet with a race of people whom  they fear and hate in equal measure.

Our lecturer for sociology once told us that hate and prejudice come from a fear of the other. In the centuries that passed on Earth, prejudice of those of different religions came from a lack of understanding and knowledge of said religions. Now, the fear had been carried from one planet to the other, and  has manifested itself in a sudden surge of Martian hate. Will these things ever be rectified? I do not know. I hope so. Our sociology lecturer tells us that if we continue to educate the Earth  born people about the opportunities open to us,  now that the continuation of the human race has been made possible, prejudice may if we are lucky become a thing of the past.

 I think he  is being a  bit too optimistic if I am being honest with  myself. Eventually, the Earth born humans will die out and only  the Mars born humans will remain. I am not sure if  prejudice will be eradicated during that time, though I hesitate to say probably or even maybe. Prejudice seems to be an  inherent part of the human condition, whether that human is Mars born or Earth born. I once made a prediction that if Mars born humans ever made it to any of the other  habitable planets, prejudice towards those people will simply  begin again. A  morbid  viewpoint perhaps but I think that it is true all the same.

I stand up once more and make my way out of my bedroom and down the stairs, thinking that I can at least try and do my part. That is the role of the sociologists after all. Maybe if I do my bit, I can help in my small way to ensure that those born on Mars – at least those that I know  have the easiest  time of it that it’s possible to have. That will be better than nothing.


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