Friday, 17 February 2017

What If The Whole World Banned Americans?

Miss M.Wynter - 2032 - On the introduction of the ban in 2017

‘I remember it was announced on the morning news, I was sitting at the breakfast table eating my cereal, mom was in the bathroom - probably plucking her eyebrows, she was always doing that. Anyway, I was sat there munching on Frosties and watching cartoons when they interrupted it with a news story. I remember feeling excited, I wasn't allowed to watch much telly and I thought they only really did that in films. I watched the news lady speaking, but although I remember hearing the words I don’t think I really understood what it was she was saying. Mom came in halfway through and though she didn't say anything I could feel her standing behind me, watching the woman on the screen. When it was over she told me to go upstairs and get changed, she looked upset, angry, worried, or maybe a combination of all of them, I couldn’t be sure. I did as I was told, some part of me knew not to argue, kids have a great way of being able to sense when something bad is going on.
I could hear mom on the phone while I was upstairs, I couldn't hear what she was saying but I could tell by the tone of her voice that it wasn't good. She came upstairs before I had finished dressing, I heard her before I saw her - you could always tell by the creak on the third stair from the top, that was how I knew to put my book away at night before she came in and told me off for not being asleep.
"You have to pack a bag Maisie, we have to leave, pack all the things you love most, we won't be able to come back for anything."
"But..."
"No but's, just do it, I'll explain later."
I did it, and we left, just like that. Along with all the other Americans living in Spain, all the other Americans living, or working in, or visiting, anywhere that wasn't America.
Mom explained along the way, in as simple a form as possible; they didn't want us anymore, the whole world had banned us, we had to leave, to go back to our own country and stay there.
We handed over our passports at the airport and even at ten years old I could feel the enormity of the restriction of our freedom.
I left my home behind, at ten years old I lost my home, my friends, everything I had ever known - or at least everything I had ever remembered, as Mom and I had moved out there when I was about two. She lost everything too of course; her job, her new boyfriend, her friends, her car, our flat, all gone, as quickly as the changing of the winds.’


Mr J.C.Jones - 2019

'Things finally seem to have calmed down - if calm is what you can call it. Perhaps “less volatile” would be a more apt description. You still hear of the riots, of course, especially in the larger towns and cities, but the reports are fewer now. Out here in what's left of the countryside you can almost begin to imagine the whole thing never happened, that things are back to the way they were - apart from the people you've lost, the one's that were killed in the riots, or that died of starvation after the trade lines fell apart and food became a luxury only the rich or those with their own farms could attain. Even they weren't so lucky after a time, after the bandits took up and began raiding them, and slaughtering those that got in their way. The ever rising death toll of the late twenty-first century. Bandits, when was the last time we had bandits roaming the “civilised world”? Not that we really count as part of the “civilised world” anymore, that's why they chucked us out I suppose, not good enough for them. Bastards. There we were, one of the leading and most technologically successful countries in the world, we were right up there with the big boys, playing hard ball with the pro's. We were winning. We were winning and we made the mistake of believing that meant we were invincible - or at least that we were part of the team. Well we were wrong, there was no team - or there was, but we weren't in it. It happened almost overnight, right under our sleeping noses. There we were looking to the future, and the rest of the world - quite literally - was plotting behind our backs to kick us out. They were clever about it too, clever and quick, and damn sneaky. In a way I suppose it was glorious, an unprecedented coming together, a unifying of the entire world, every single country - except ours that is. Perhaps the only comparable event would be when Europe came together to defeat the Nazi’s, except they were at war, their enemies knew they were coming, they had a chance to prepare, to defend themselves. We were caught with our pants down, blithely enjoying a freedom we had no idea we were about to be denied.'


Mr S.Miller - 2039

‘Pack up and leave, that was the message. No if’s, and’s or but’s, no questions, no excuses, Just leave. We don’t want you around anymore and we’ve decided it would be best if you just go - now. It was sharp, clear and definite, like a scorned lover, angry and final.
Of course the airports, trains, ferries and various other means of transport across the world were all stuck at a standstill for months as hundreds of people exited the various countries of the world. The news was full of reports of the poor fuckers sleeping in airports, or in ramshackle tents outside city ports - just like all those refugee’s we’d refused to help back in 2016. It was a mess, the whole thing was a damn disgusting mess, and it made me glad I’d chosen to stay in my own damn country in the first place. Although what came after didn’t.
The riots started almost immediately, in cities and towns across the world, mostly it was Americans rioting, but in some countries the natives joined in. The Governments didn’t listen though, they’d already made up their minds, we’d been condemned and nothing was going to change that.
It took somewhere between six months to a year I guess, for everything to completely fall apart. For the trade alliances to be broken, for the food to start running out, and for the people to start killing each other. That’s what people do I suppose, when you stick them all together in a country and cut off most of their food supply; they kill each other to grab what little they can instead of coming together as a community and creating their own support system. You only have to look back a hundred years or so and you can see how people managed it before, it’s not that hard really. But I suppose for those used to having everything readily available that seemed an impossible task. And fear, anger, and panic all play a big part in colouring the minds of reasonable men.
With no support from the outside world the big companies crumbled, crashing down like the twin towers on that fateful day in 2001, each of them smashing into each other, their bigwig CEO’s scrambling to come out on top like so many rats - none of them did though, the economy was fucked by that point and we all knew it wasn’t coming back - at least not for a damn long time.
The sensible people got away from the cities as fast as they could, finding or building themselves homes in the country and working out how to make a living from the land. The stupid one’s stayed and rioted and killed each other for the last of a quickly dwindling supply of food. They lived and died and slept and fought and killed each other, quite natural I suppose, as if they had reverted back to the wild animals we should have been before all this civilisation nonsense took over.
No one goes to the cities anymore. Last I heard they were barren wastelands of crumbling, derelict buildings, among which - if you were unlucky - you’d find the last remaining camps of bandits; roaming, searching like packs of coyotes, starved and dangerous.

We were a big country, fat and prosperous, living in the lap of luxury. I suppose it’s true, that old adage, that you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. We didn’t, we took it all for granted, and now it’s gone and we’re a nation of starving, fighting animals, killing each other for scraps while the rest of the world sleeps in soft down beds and sips on overlarge glasses of blood red wine. I wonder sometimes if they even know what they’ve done, if they followed America’s great deterioration into wilderness and degradation, and if they did, did they even care? I doubt it somehow, or they would have come back, but then again maybe that’s just nature, the natural evolution of man, natural selection. We weren’t good enough so they cut us out of the gene pool. And maybe we’ll survive, some of us, somehow, and in a few hundred more years they’ll rediscover us and invite us back into their mix. I hope when that day comes that my descendants have the good grace to spit at their feet and walk the other way. There’s always the chance they’ll finish each other off before then of course. Because it’s started now hasn’t it, they’ve grown the balls needed to ban a whole country, a whole nation, of people from their circle, so who’s to say they won’t do it again, and who’s to say it won’t be your country next time.’

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