Tolerance Begets Acceptance

It’s hot again.  I’m ready for winter.  I was loving the low 60’s during the day and 30’s at night.  I leave my bedroom window open and snuggle under a super soft blanket.  It’s so soft that my cat refuses to budge when she settles in.  I call her “Middle-of-the-Bed-Fred” when she does this.  It’s frustrating for about half a second, then it’s hilarious.  Sometimes I have to get completely out of bed, then lay down again in the portion of bed she leaves me.  As soon as I lay back down, she suddenly awakens from her coma, and crawls up against me again.  I usually end up with a narrow strip of space against the wall.  This is why I have a padded sideboard against the wall.  I end up being comfortably squished between that and my Little Precious.

I’m saddened by a trending topic on Twitter today.  I suspect it began as a tasteless joke, and ran amok from there.  I saw a tweet by a woman who called for a boycott of the upcoming Star Wars film, because it was contributing to white genocide in South Africa. Nothing in her tweet suggested she was anything but serious.  I don’t know what to think. I read more, and most were tweets using the same hashtag to demonstrate their disgust of the hashtag and boycott.  So now, a hashtag that would normally have never made it to trending status is suddenly the second most trending hashtag.

I understand the anger and hurt that drive people to keep doing this.  I’ve decided to ignore it.  I can’t in good conscience ask them to stop, because expressing their displeasure is a reasonable response.  It really hurts when someone rejects you for something you have no control over.  I’ve seen racism from black people and white people and everyone in between.  It’s always ugly, and it always hurts.  As a child, I was unable to cope with racism.  It led me to attempt suicide when I was only 12-years-old. As an adult, I have learned to cope with it.

I’ve learned how to look beyond the hate.  Hate is masked fear.  Fear is centered on ignorance.  Ignorance is something we all can work to overcome.  All it takes is a willingness to recognize it’s something we all have the ability to change.  When someone hates me verbally for the color of my skin, I don’t hate back.  I silently remind myself that this person hasn’t yet overcome his or her fear, and that they hold the potential to do so.  I will admit that I also hear the fear mantra from Dune simultaneously in my mind.

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”