JUST GIVE THEM MONEY

Almost ten... The workmen, shouting outside my window just as usual, have cut the water of the whole building... literally cut. Again I've spent the night only half asleep. I had to read some new adventures of the X-Men because my eyes wouldn't close. Now I listen to loud music, trying to ignore and drown the outside noises.
Yesterday, in USA History, I learnt something that disturbed me. The professor said that in the 19th century Indians were not considered American citizens, but rather domestic dependent nations. She said that the basis for being considered a citizen, that is, the requirement for having the basic human rights, being protected and constrained by laws, is to pay taxes. And apparently not only in the US, but virtually everywhere. Just being born a human being isn't apparently enough to be considered as one. Unless you are poor and thus exempted from paying, you are only a real person when you engage in money transactions with your government. Of course, later on, much distressed by this new view of the world, I asked what happened with those who evaded paying. Are they then not under the law? Not citizens? Without rights? The professor said that there is a special legislation for them, and that she had oversimplified the whole thing, and that as I had been away this semester of course I hadn't studied all the tax business that she had explained in class. But still... Our citizenship depends on money. And a person who doesn't pay is either a second-rate citizen or not a citizen at all. Why why why.
I hate it. I hate to depend on money to fulfill my dreams. I hate to depend on money to achieve something. I hate to depend on money to be considered a human being. What is wrong with us?
Yesterday I told Isaac about the theory I used to have when I was 10 or so, about my being an alien from Venus, sent here to save the Earth. Sometimes I still feel that I am an alien, but is there anything left to save?