We want to believe that change is possible – that bigotry could dissolve in love – that we could evolve into beings that needed not constant encouragement from above to simply nourish each other rather than tear each other down – that we could give up the internal need to be the one that wears the crown –
– this is why we fight,
this is why we struggle –
we go on changing what racism means to us, to keep each other out of trouble,
believing it’s okay that Lincoln made nigger jokes because he set our people free,
pretending I didn’t care that my white grandfather couldn’t stand the sight of me,
realizing that tribalism has gripped the whole of the world in its grasp, allowing ancestral genes to line the logic of our hate, blaming DNA for the progression of our fate.
The world is not color blind – it’s easier to hate than love, because hate festers like a disease whose symptoms aren’t always clear, and love needs to be nurtured incessantly lest it withers and disappears.
The only way to choose to play our part in the struggle, is to tear down the walls we’ve built around our hearts – to be vulnerable to the venom of bigotry that seeps into our pores through words we’ve grown too loose with like “us” and “them,” and call it out as if our house is on fire, shouting that we are nothing without each other – sinners everyone of us and in need of the support that only sister and brotherhood can heal –
our original sin is forgetting that our creator, whether organic or supernatural, is still the creator of us all – whether you take the molecular or the vedantic approach, we all suffer with the same illusory expectations,
believing that because we think it, it is real –
– but our minds are the culprits that constantly want to divide instead of unite –
at some point we have to relent and let our hearts have a stake in this fight.