For a second let’s not call ourselves Democrat or Republican. For a second let’s not call ourselves Black or White or Red or Yellow. For a second, let’s not even call ourselves by our religious preferences or by our nationalities. Let’s call ourselves what we can all agree that we have in common, our humanity. Let’s call each other—at the very least—human.
This isn’t a political post, although it involves politics. This isn’t an ethnic or even an ethical post, although it involves both. It’s not a religious post, although that may be impossible to escape as well. To be human is to be expressed in and of which you desire to live—and even if you have no desire—to be alive and to be flesh and blood is to live out of which you believe or don’t believe. There is no such thing as anti-political or anti-religion because to be “anti” is a position on politics and religion. Only the naive and ignorant are free of such things. Oh, how I wish we were all babies and had no recognition of dividing lines in the sand when it comes to the color of our skin, sexual preference, political positions, or religious dispositions.
But even a baby can be selfish. Although, they certainly don’t have any advanced thought of what is “right” or “wrong” with being “selfish” or “hateful.”
Even if you know nothing of politics, you may at least have noticed—Trump Tweets Hate.
And a man who acts like a 13-year-old boy who has his feelings hurt when he finds out people are being mean to him and reacts and results to name calling is about to be the President of the United States.
I’m not terrified. But it’s not because I’m not concerned. It’s because I’m brave. Oh, and also white and not poor. So I’m not in the crosshairs of a powerful white person with money and power. But my bravery isn’t because of the color of my skin, and it’s not because I’m not living in poverty. It’s because I know the secret of what can defeat this madman.
And it’s not hate. It’s love.
It’s been said by many wise women and men before me, “Hurt people hurt people.” You might say that a “natural” response to pain is to cause pain. And while it may be “natural,” it’s certainly not “healthy” or “mature.” Which would cause me to say that “natural” is not natural at all, but more a definition that has risen from the ashes in regards to “that’s just all we’ve ever known.” But it seems, if it’s not “healthy” or “mature,” it may not be right, or what it should be. Which brings me to the conclusion that, if it is “natural,” than we are “naturally broken.”
But regardless, the many wise, tender and loving women and men that have come before have given us an action plan against “unhealthy,” “unwise,” “immature,” and, dare I say, “evil men.” And, it’s not hate. Although I can see why the actions of evil men stir up the hate that’s already in our hearts. The recipe that the best of have left behind is this: Love them.
It’s not the type of love that can be found in being “nice,” like a 1950’s housewife, who was nothing more than quiet, submissive, and in more cases than not, “abused.”
But the type of love that is loud by being non-violent. The type of love that is truthful by being honest, and is anything but passive. The type of love that is like a wildfire in your soul. The type of love that is contagious.
We are facing a time when we must be vocal, as many should have been in the past. But, we will not win against hate with more hate. There’s only one way. And that’s with love.
I can sense something deep in me that, when I see how our new President throws a tantrum, I can start walking towards the house of fear, but I’m forcing myself to stop. Because where I’m headed is exactly what powerful and hateful men want. Powerful men love to make people suffer. And the way they make others suffer is through hate, and fear, and pain. They don’t care about our emotions. They care about being on top. Even if they are suffocating us.
I think about women and men like Dorris Day, Mother Teresa, Martin Luther King Jr., Gandhi, and uncounted others. Those invincible pacifists—invincible not because they would never die, but because the sermon of their lives would live on and haunt us with their inspiring message to rise up, to be non-violent, to not walk towards hate, but to run towards love.
So now we must stand up, let them do their worst because, in the end, we will win. And by we, I mean all of us—the humans among us who crave to be loved and to love—not those who want to defy and betray their humanity with their hate.
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