I love this photo of my parents. I have been thinking so much about my dad lately, and really I always do. I miss him, 46 is too young to die..I am two years older than the age my father was when he died. Those who knew him and witnessed my childhood, know it was not ideal, today however I want to focus on the positive things I was taught.
My father was a pacifist, I spent the better part of my childhood on a hippy commune in Vacaville California. It was hard, we were poor, but I can’t remember a time where I felt more free.
The lessons I remember from my parents the most we’re of peace, equality, lack of judgement, pacifism, love for all others, and treating people regardless of their background, color, religion, politics, etc. With dignity and respect. I try so hard to do this on a daily basis.
Recent events make this more difficult than ever. I can not seem to find any common ground with racists. I can’t, and I won’t. I came from a diverse family..Irish, Scottish, black, Japanese, Mormon, Catholics, Athiests, Republican, liberalism, Democrats, and yes, even racists. I am happy that I have distance myself from the racist factions in my family. Is this close minded? I think not. There is a huge difference between accepting say, someone who believes in buddah and someone who believes in Christ, and co-signing others who believe they are superior due to their color. Again.. I won’t and I can’t.
Political bullshit is killing me. Someone today said racism doesn’t exist because laws were passed against discrimination. I am beside myself. It isn’t about laws. It is about how others are treated in this society. I saw firsthand throughout my life the disparity between how my white family members were treated, and how poorly my black family members were treated. Even at 6 I understood the difference
I try so hard not to be political..and yes, as a white middle class female I understand the entitlement and privilege that equates.
Peace is my only political stance. The world is a mess, what’s happening is disturbing. I, like many others believed that a ton of progress had been made, my head was clearly buried in the sand. It’s become clear that the divide is worse than ever. How do I balance being vocal and at the same time caring for myself emotionally and mentally? I am profoundly depressed at the state of my country.
My father is rolling in his grave..the saddest part of all is my releif that he’s dead so he doesn’t have to see this shit..I am certain his heart just couldn’t take it.
I am so glad I was exposed to such diversity as I grew. I am so thankful that I was encouraged to think for myself, no opinion was pushed on me, I was free to make up my own mind, I was trusted to do what felt right and fair with my own heart and mind. I know the difference between right and wrong..I don’t need a law, a government, a religion, a political party, or a Constitution to clarify these things.
Racism is wrong. Discrimination in any form is wrong. Superiority of any people is wrong. I don’t need a debate on this.
I need a break. I need a vacation from social medias constant negativity. As far as I can tell the divide and conquer the powers that be love so much are right on schedule, and will continue to be as long as everyone’s need to be right outweighs taking a good hard look at oneself and speaking out against Injustice. Maybe I am wrong but I think people know the difference between right and wrong, but lack bravery to speak out..I know I fall into this group too often. I am encouraging myself and others to not let hurtful hate filled people into your life. I am trying to figure out how to stand.