Do you really want to know? Are you framing it as a question to truly seek greater understanding? Or are you just lining up an argument?
We are filled to the brim with mis-understanding. Fueled by ignorance and promoted by many with prominent voices. They have been very busy putting us all in neat little boxes, naming us, dividing us, prejudging us, inventing whole new boxes and then attempting to speak for a box full of people that they have never even met. It can be very lucrative.
Some aspire to be leaders of a box and invent harsh rhetoric to describe the pain inside that box and work endlessly to define the “others” who put us into that box. They group the boxes, form coalitions, give the “others” scary names and vilify their actions, shouted through megaphones.
All to gain power and influence over those who have been quietly attending to the necessities of life in the box. The same necessities even the “others” seek.
As Sly so aptly wrote back in 1968:
“There is a yellow one that won’t accept the black one
That won’t accept the red one that won’t accept the white one
And different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo”
Sly and the Family Stone – Everyday People
If you want an answer to “whaddaya mean by that”, you have to listen. No, don’t just pause in your talking. Stop, leave your bias aside and really listen. We all have the same needs and desires. We all struggle with the challenges of staying alive on this rock.
The sad truth is nobody is getting out of here alive. The planets record is 108 billion to none. The third rock from the sun has NEVER lost. It is the undisputed, greatest serial killer of all time. No one has survived the planets onslaught of drought, famine, earth quakes, floods, fire, ultraviolet rays and the final victor, gravity. We are all in this together. Maybe we should listen more than we have been shouting.
As Sly concluded:
“I am no better and neither are you
We are the same whatever we do
You love me you hate me you know me and then
You can’t figure out the bag I’m in”
Bag, box, race, sex, creed and color. We are all the same. We are all human.
Let’s try some understanding.