All Beliefs are Welcome Here!
So, I write a lot... I write because writing is easier for me than talking. I am not much of a talker... I have no real life friends and I am okay with that because I am an introvert; a loner. I love nature and Mother Earth... I love animals and the elements. I love all things. I do love my fellow humans as well. When is this violence, hate and bashing going to end? Don't these people realize that the people they kill, beat and destroy have families? These people have families, just like you. These people have people who love them. What gives anyone the right to snuff out a fellow human's life?
I went out today briefly... I went to a Rite Aid and then to a Giant. When I was at the RiteAid, a really sweet woman was the cashier. We were polite to each other as she rang up my items... I looked at her and thought (for the first time ever in my life): Does this woman hate me because I am white? I wanted to say, "hey, I don't hate black people." But I didn't because I knew that would be a stupid thing to say. I thought, What is she thinking about me? Is she grouping me with a bunch of white assholes that may have done her and her family wrong? Is she grouping me with white cops that lack compassion?
I stood there as she rang up my items, bagged them and handed me my receipt after I paid. We bid each other a great day and I left the store.
I have never been this upset about what is going on in this country; this world as I am today... I feel like a lot of people think that violence only touches a certain class or group of people. But that is not the case. These people that are being killed - these human beings - they are loved. How are you to know that these people aren't loved by someone of a different race? How are you to know who their friends are? Who are you to judge someone based on the color of their skin while you scream 'racism!' based on the color of your skin?
I don't understand what it is like to be black. I have read about it, went to school with black kids and befriended a great black man from West Virginia who grew up in the sixties when I was a 'parts girl' at an auto parts warehouse in 2006. He told me some sad stories, funny stories, horrifying stories from his youth. I could not relate on a race level, but I could relate on a human level. He never judged me for being white. I never judged him for being black.
Why can't we just listen and not judge? Why can't we use 'I' statements instead of pointing fingers, name calling and torching the world?