The country of Ghana has done something very generous: they have invited Black Americans to immigrate. It’s poetic in some ways, because Ghana is home to the historic Elmina Castle, a place where slaves were staged before being loaded onto ships bound for the New World.
Now Black Americans can look upon this monument and reflect on their ancestors’ struggles on their way to a new life.

One lady chose to make this journey; she just so happened to be a writer and wrote an editorial about why she made this decision. She cited many reasons: wanting to be around people like her, not wanting to hear what she perceived was racially motivated speech, and several small but obvious digs at the USA.

Even so, her narrative didn’t bother me, dear reader. I have my own complaints about this place and don’t begrudge anyone happiness, even if that happiness isn’t possible here. No, it didn’t bother me until I came to the end of her article, where she reflected on a conversation she’d had with her children prior to immigrating.
She wasn’t happy with the US, thought it a racist place, wanted out, but told her children not to give up their US citizen ship, because it was, and I quote: “Your key to the candy store.”
That bothered me because it made me think: are we a country or a candy store?

We’re one of the few places that offers dual citizenship, which seems a welcome mat for spies. We also have a wide-open border, rob citizens of their labor to provide for the rest of the world, insult the descendants of our founding stock, and export unhealthy ideas.

So, I went to a candy store, made a purchase, and hung out for a few minutes to see. And, I have to say, this woman might be right. Candy stores are fun. Candy stores let everyone in. Candy stores also let their customers go to other candy stores freely. Candy stores cater to their customers at the expense of their workers, who often make minimum wage, and candy stores are exporters of unhealthy goods. Many foreigners have complained about us spreading homosexual propaganda, and don’t’ get me started on Bill Gates’ vaccine crusades in Africa or Hillary and Bill Clinton’s Haitian horrors.

I won’t lie-what this woman said hurt. Despite what the US has given her, she has no love for this country, but stills wants the door to her “candy store” open. That said, it’s not her fault. We have allowed people to walk all over us. We are not acting like a country. We are acting like a candy store, and she is only being honest about it.

I bear this author no ill will and wish her well on her journey. I also hope her new life in Ghana is everything she dreams of-I just wish she would burn her US citizenship once she gets there, but she won’t-and why would she?
After all, we won’t demand it, even though we should.