To say that this week has emotionally charged would be a massive understatement. It is hard to even find the words to adequately synthesize it all.
For many people, the American spirit was bruised by this whole election, culminating in the election results on Tuesday. And the wounds are deep. The notion that we had to once again expose all of the hatred, greed, ignorance and ambivalence in order to heal it seems like another band-aid statement on not only a decades-long struggle, but a centuries-long struggle. The oppression of one group of people by another is not new to the United States, nor new to the world. It’s just beyond disappointing, hurtful, and maddening that it’s still so rampant across our country. We continue to be obsessed with being against “other”. Humans by nature are what I call high assimilators, meaning part of the core of their quest for validation is to consciously or subconsciously seek out people like themselves. That can be in mindset, interests, religious views, physical appearance, profession, etc. What allows for true brotherly love, however, is when we not only accept people that are different from ourselves, through whatever lens we may by viewing them, but when we joyfully celebrate and love those differences as part of what makes the collective human experience a beautiful thing.