Class realization in a new society

It is an interesting thing when one comes into an understanding of his ‘class’ in a society. I have done it before, its slow process was delayed and drawn out through an overall awakining to the conciousness of my self, that lasted some three to four years. To realize your existence in a society, the roots of which form upon the finite, and socially obstructed human mind, is to question the entire moral fabric of oneself. To realize the understanding that presents itself upon the material necessities of status is to see your skin is merely an accessory to your personified being, that un-tangible, marketable anatomy.
What I experienced now is class allowed through the aetherial blanket brought by military, economic and racist ascendancy. I am publicy scorned, resented, yet still respected. People want to know me because of what my skin and clothing represent. Mostly they want to know me for the insignia of my passport. I cannot sit idily – alone, without the random stranger to be keened in interest of myself. Some for whom I am, their acknowledgement based on a material related recognition, but more for the status afforded by my kin. What is seen in me is a door. One through which a person may enter upon a society separated and dominant too their own. I offer the material promise of wealth, and the theoretical dominance of race. The latter having been bred through, first, colonial dominance, and presently, the international “aid” of the same racist and oriental minded institutions which promise the wealth. The vicious inter-related system of internationalism
I have over twenty numbers written in varing degrees of English, two in Arabic. These are not people I know outside of the random conversation we may have had. A botched attempt at buying the paper, at one point, a lone, coffee at the ahwa, an old man handing me a pomeegranite, the myriad of circumstantial situations rival that of Odysseus and his Aegean crew.
I will not call these numbers. The interests of myself are not there. If I am to be used to what am I doing myself? However, some who I have become to know, I have opened in much the way these look to open me. I, conversely, have willingly opened to them.

It is at once a cohesive, degrading, racists, classcist, mysoginoist, and impeding force of human organization.