Editor’s note: Below is the full text of an open letter written to Barack Hussein Obama. Mr. Kolfage has, as you will read, gone through a lot since signing up to fight in Iraq in service to our country. This guy is a REAL American hero if you ask us.
I nearly died in a war that you and most of your colleagues supported overwhelmingly, including the two presidents who came before you. Many citizens may not agree with waging war in Iraq to free the oppressed Iraqi citizens, but it’s something that warriors like myself have zero control over. I joined to serve my country and to better my life. I’ve seen things that you could never imagine, and they have made me the person I am today.
Mr. Obama, even though we share extreme opposite views, we have one thing in common: we both attended school in Hawaii. However, that’s where the similarities end. You see, as you attended your exclusive, private school, I would ride my bike to Kaimuki High school in one of the roughest areas in Hawaii every morning and would ride past Punahou, the exclusive private school you attended.
I would notice the Bentleys, Maseratis, and fancy foreign cars that all the kids were dropped off in; wow, it must have been extremely rough in Hawaii living that life, right? I could only imagine what it was like to have that kind of money.
Fortunately for you, not many people are aware of the school and the upper class citizens who attended it. The tuition to attend your exclusive, private school was more than it cost me to obtain a Bachelor’s degree in Architecture from the University of Arizona. You talk a big game when it comes to financial inequality; yet I’m quite sure you have no idea what it’s truly like to have sacrificed. You were one of the elitist children in Hawaii.
After High School, we each chose very different paths. You were able to attend Ivy League schools, and I sought out a military career in hopes of earning a degree. What we have in life as children usually sets the tone for what we will face later in life that will make us successful. I worked to get where I am today, and YOU WERE HANDED IT…Mr. Inequality.
I volunteered to go to Iraq on both of my deployments; and the second time, I begged to go even after I wasn’t selected–which ultimately got me placed on the team where I would lose both legs and my dominant arm. I’ve never asked myself: was losing 3 limbs in a war worth it (even though many Americans were against it)?
I am frequently reminded of the many young Iraqi children who would beg me for water, food, and toys while I was stationed in Iraq–children who in all aspects made the poorest of poor American children look rich. You have no idea what it really means to be poor. It’s laughable that you, who would have no idea what it means to be poor, would so frequently play the inequality card.
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