Last Wednesday
Paul was short, stocky and had mint green eyes that flared every time he passed me in the halls of our Junior High School in Schaumburg Illinois. When I walked down the hallway, my mere movement, the sheer idea of my hips swaying, or my hands unclenched caused a visceral rage in Paul that reverberated throughout the entire school. I wasn’t supposed
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"This fear is masquerading as rage." I can't possibly know your journey, I can only have compassion. It angers me so that you were mistreated...angers me beyond belief, but as I read this, among many things, this came to mind:
As the tables are now turned, there's a shift happening, and the fearful masquerade about in various states because they are so very very afraid; let's show them how to treat people. We can walk down hallways with open hands and loose hips as we should, but let's show those that are so very fearful that it's going to be okay. Let's be respectful of this fear that is, as we know, terrifying to live in everyday. Let's be kind because, after all, it is what we've wanted for us for so very long.
It is tempting to stand on the mountaintop and scream with joy, but there's a sportsmanship to be exhibited here I believe. No matter the wrong done to us, this is a teachable moment.
I could be wrong, it is just a thought.
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