A Brief Note On Recent Events

In the wake of the media storm around the shooting death of a young black man at the hands of a mixed race older man I am taken aback by both the press response and the outcry for peace by those about me. As the days go by, I meet many of other cultures and races. I am reminded of The Merchant of Venice and Shylock’s speech, If you prick us, do we not bleed?
if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison
us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not
revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will
resemble you in that. In this nasty part of our nation’s history I find only wrong and one lonely right. Individual choice to accept another. Had that been there in Florida that night, we would not be here. In recent days I (white by the way) met a black man twice my slender build. He came from California, hundreds of miles away. He, too has a like mind. We became friends at the first meeting. A taxi driver from Pakistan gave me a Koran, and in return I gave him a Bible. He kissed it. I revere those of peace and ask of those of an unlike mind….What do you rule over or gain by laying waste to that which you yearn for? In all the great faiths of the ages, the one concept has been stated over and over again. As it has been written in so many tongues, simply, it is The Golden Rule.Never mind the media. Just do the next right thing. Make a difference. Then sleep well.


One thought on “A Brief Note On Recent Events

  1. People miss out on so much when they let fear rule their actions.

    Several years ago, when I was traveling alone, a man in Atlanta approached me as I was coming out of the Underground. It was the sort of situation young women are often warned about–“never talk to strangers” when you’re alone, don’t let anyone get too close, always be on your guard. And I suppose in some situations, that’s reasonable advice.

    But he introduced himself very kindly, and I told him about the adventure I was on… and right there in the street, he took my hand and blessed me, prayed for my safe journey. He called himself Brother Ricardo. If I hadn’t been open to that moment, if I had closed myself off or shied away from his introduction, I never would have known the comfort and kinship he gave me in that city full of strangers. I still feel blessed to have shared it with him.

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