“…it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough
I just knew too much”…
Does that make me crazy?”*
On overwhelm seems the norm.
Out of control racism, sexism,
“other”isms, climate change…
I ache to know an answer.
My body gets heavy with the
not knowing. I want to pull back.
I ground myself in the dirt,
see what’s growing, listen
to the heartbeat of the earth.
I looked in a waiter’s eyes yesterday.
He seemed startled, he noticed.
Really seeing a person, a start.
*Gnarls Barkley – Crazy
I should know. I’ve taught courses on racism, sexism…how could I still get surprised? “I’m a good person, at least I strive to be.” Yet, like a fish in water that doesn’t see water, I’m in a culture where white is shown as intelligent, good, the norm; shown as the face of Jesus.
Others make the news in the crime section of the paper, serve us in restaurants, work in our yards.
Do we have the courage to look, to see clearly? to get over ourselves? Can we stop putting individuals into buckets of stereotypes? Can we work our own shadow and stop projecting our fear, our anger, our neediness onto others?
All “isms” have a history but we need to stop doing what we are doing today. See inequality as affecting the lives of people, not making them inferior, not making us better.
“Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better. “. Maya Angelou
What makes me crazy is not accepting what is already here.