An Experience of Emotions

When I travel abroad and experience the caucasian and other perceived elitist groups I seem more at ease knowing that my interaction is at the least temporary. And yet that same interaction in my home country has in recent times brought about such emotional convulsions one would scarely think me unprejudicial. But I ask myself why would or should I feel this way, living in a land whose motto is out of many we are one? The minority sadly is greater in many regards and with the state leadership and continuous power hunry struggles, this imbalance could wipe out our very existence. It is no wonder it seems that many opt to cleek together, much in the same way that blacks and other minority perceived groups do. What is this feeling about? This almost innate waring of the soul? Its uncomfortable and I loathe its very existence within me and yet it cannot be denied; it refuses to be ignored.
Certainly, they are not to blame. Are they? Is the mental capacity of this country being preyed on? Are we so independent of