I feel that I have something of a platform here, maybe it is not terribly large, nor is it so minuscule that it can be wholly overlooked (at least I hope not). That means, to me, that I should express what many are thinking, but many are afraid to say. Lives Matter. I am not saying this to discredit the movements of Black Lives Matter or even Blue Lives Matter because I do not want to diminish either. If we continue to listen to our media as the only means of knowledge we condemn ourselves to a rhetoric of sensationalism and ultimately racism. I am not opposed to protests so long as they remain peaceful. This goes for either side in a protest. However, the point we’ve come to in our country is one of exclusion. If a man or a woman stands up for a fallen officer, they are immediately pegged as a racist against those who have lost their lives at the hands of officers. Likewise, standing up for the death of a man wrongfully slain by an officer pegs one as some kind of anarchist against the state.
When is it enough? Blue Lives Matter, Black Lives Matter, Asian Lives Matter, Indian Lives Matter, Native American Lives Matter, Irish Lives Matter. Simply put, Lives Matter. It doesn’t matter if you are a 100-year-old descendant of a slave or a descendant of a potato farmer, your life matters. Our ancestry does not define who we are, our ancestry defines culture yes, but not the individual. Each life is precious and special.
I am a fan of the celebration of life. As such, I enjoy shows like America’s Got Talent, because displaying one’s talents in front of a crowd of strangers is truly celebrating life. I was watching some of the Judge cuts last night and saw an acapella group I somehow missed called Linkin Bridge. I think about these four men and at first glance, one might describe them as thug or gangsta, but that does not make them so. The clip below is indicative of that:
Beautiful. If I had judged these men simply on their appearance and demeanor prior to hearing their voices, I would have missed out on a precious gem. By the same turn, I could judge NFL star Jon Dorenbos turned magician, simply because he is a large white male with a football career. However, bah, I’ll let the clip show:
Now that is magic.
In both of these acts I could have judged, I could have said “These thugs, what can they offer?” or I could have said, “This white dude NFL star, what does he need this for?”
I didn’t say either because we cannot judge a man based on the color of his skin, or the original of his parentage. We can only judge a man on his individual actions. To quote a very famous activist:
“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.” – Martin Luther King Jr.
We cannot judge the many by the actions of a few. What have we become as a nation when we condemn an entire organization because of a few bad seeds? Or an entire population based on the violent action of an individual. I am not going to go into a political debate about who has done right or wrong, those individuals know in their hearts who have done wrong and they will have to live with it. On a similar note, the actions of the few do not justify more wrongs on behalf of the many. The thing is, no one knows what happened at any of these shootings, officer or otherwise. Too long we have taken the simple word of the media or facebook as our political outlook and ran with it.
I challenge each and every one of you, stop and think for yourself. Instead of responding with anger and repulsion, make a better showing of yourself. Love one another. When you see something that gives you great anger, instead turn that to an action of love. Because it is not Black Lives Matter, and it is not Blue Lives Matter, it is Lives Matter. There is no African American Race or Caucasian Race, there is the Human Race. What sadness it is that we judge a person by their income, their skin color, their weight, or their ‘disabilities’, and not by their character. Albert Einstein said:
“Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character.”
How true that is, when we succumb to poor action and poor attitude we affect our character negatively. Don’t you think it is the time we started loving each other? Until next time folks.
Your Friendly Neighborhood Author,