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maybe we should stop thinking we’re awesome just because we love people we consider different than us

I read another article a few weeks ago. By a white woman. She spoke, in lavish and poetic detail about the people she saw around her. Carefully pointing out all the ways they were different from her. Mostly skin color. And age. And then she spoke of smiling at a Muslim woman just after the world learned of the horror in Paris. She smiled. She loved. And somehow I got the feeling this was meant to be inspirational.

That article is the one that sent me over the edge but these articles are all over. Humans loving other humans who are “nothing like them” and then expounding on how wonderful they are for being able to do that. People who are differently-abled than themselves. Different race. Different religion. Different economic status. God is often praised for giving them this ability.

Newsflash: This isn’t a superpower. You were not bitten by an empathy-spider. This is basic, decent human-ship.

Maybe the real problem in the world is that we think this is special. That we think loving people we consider different from us is something so outside of nature’s laws it needs to be applauded.  It shouldn’t need to be. It should just be… normal. And if it isn’t. Somehow it’s become something to be praised and fawned over.

Love is special. Love is sacred. Love is magic. Love is the greatest power the universe holds.

But giving love to someone who you think of as an “other”? That isn’t special. And if we quit thinking it was maybe we could spend more time wondering why we think it should be harder to love those who “aren’t like us.” Maybe we could really look internally and admit that yes, we have internal biases. We have prejudices. We have things that are not lovely in there.

And then we could change them. Because you can. You can change those biases, but ONLY once you admit they are there. Like all problems you can only find a solution once you admit that yes, you have a problem.

If the world was a house and that house had a leaky roof and we went around pointing out that WE WERE CLEANING UP THE WATER and that made us amazing then when would we have time to actually get up on the roof, find the problem, and fix it?

Maybe Chicken Little was right. Maybe the sky is falling. But who cares about that when we can point out how much we care about the pieces

maybe loving people we think of as different than us really isn't that newsworthy

And I am absolutely  sure you could scour my blog and find me guilty of this somewhere. I’ll probably be guilty of it in the future.  But if faced with that truth I hope I can be human enough to admit it, own up to it, and change it.

 

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