This morning my niece and I sat together, sipping coffee and chatting. It was a nice, little visit. We talked of family, current events, her art, my writing.
I told her that I felt I should write something about the current state of unrest in this country, about racism. My blog, after all, is called “Crossing Cultures.” But, I maintained, I just don’t know what to say. I know my voice and how I feel. That’s not the problem. But everything that should be said has been said, over and over again, and better than I can say it. No one needs my quiet musings.
“Well…” She gave me a look. “You have to stop thinking like that. You have to use your own voice. We all do.”
Thank you, Jessica.
The thing is, racism and bigotry shake me at my core. I don’t understand them. I can’t. How can you look into another person’s eyes, the windows of the soul, and see everything but the soul?
How can you disregard another person’s soul?
Are you just not looking?
But no, if you are looking enough to discriminate, you are looking.
Do you just not care? But to not care is to be indifferent. That’s not a good thing, but indifference doesn’t act.
Love acts. So does hate. But how can you hate what you do not know, what you don’t see? How can you hate the other’s soul if you don’t know it, don’t see it?
Maybe you will ask, then, by the same token, how can you love what you don’t know or see? But our souls are love. It is our own hatred that distorts and destroys them.
The other’s soul is there, looking back at you, and you’re not seeing it. Why can’t you see it? What have you done to your very own soul? What garbage have you filled it with?
It’s no wonder that you’re afraid. You’re stumbling around in so much garbage -- within and without – stuck in a deep, dark pit of your own filth. You’re stinking, uncomfortable, jealous, fearful, vengeful. You’ve become a monster.
But the pure, clean light (of love) is there, never dimming. Hands are reaching out, willing to pull you out of the awful curse you’ve created for yourself, towards healing, enlightenment, life.
Concentrate! Do you see it? Do you feel your soul reaching for it?
Or do you just prefer hell?
Every person, every culture is, of course, unique. Isn't that a relief? If we were all the same, a uni-culture -- what fun would that be? But we also need to remember that we have things in common -- important, fundamental, elemental things. We all have hopes and dreams. Souls. We share humanity. We share this world.
Surely, the past, present, and future connect in this miraculous state we call life. In this light, history and all human experience are ever-present.
Wouldn't it be nice, then, if we could enjoy each other, if we could appreciate and celebrate our differences?
Let us love! Let us have fun. Let us toast each other and wish each other well. Now,
in our awareness, is the time to be happy, to live to our purest, highest standards.
We're all in this together.