Look everywhere around this world and you will see a mess. People are messy, families are messy, need I even say that politics are messy. I don’t know about you, but living in this world bogs me down. Day after day I see hate screamed from Donald Trump and hear heart breaking stories of detestation towards numerous types of people in every news article I see.
I hurt for Muslims that have been targeted by ridiculous attacks against their religion. I hurt for refugees who aren’t welcomed with open arms after months or years of treacherous travel. I hurt for the LGBTQ community that faces ridicule even in 2016. I hurt for undocumented immigrants that receive a handshake from their employer and then are jeered at for “taking American jobs”. I hurt for Black Americans in Chicago and other cities who are told they live in crime and drug infested areas. I hurt for so many more.
The common thing between all of these? They don’t pertain to me.
I cannot begin to feel the pain that is laced within the rhetoric of people who spew hate. Even writing this I begin to cry for my brothers and sisters who have been attacked. Words have power. Words tear down.
I imagine you sitting in that white chair, surrounded by lush vines. I hem and haw over what I would say to you. So as someone who hasn’t felt the brunt of this hate, I need to apologize.
I am so sorry that there are many people who don’t respect your religion or even know that it teaches peace. I’m sorry that you are scared, for valid reasons, that the U.S. doesn’t want you here. I am sorry that there are still people who choose to judge and condemn you without knowing a single thing about you. I’m sorry that people stereotype communities and make rash assumptions. I’m sorry people find it easier to hate than to accept others.
The way we choose to see the world creates the world we see.
I choose to see the world, and you, as someone in my family and someone to love. Someone to understand and someone to learn from. Someone to stand beside and someone to be strong with. Someone who has a lot more experience and knowledge than me. Someone who I want to understand. Someone who is amazing.
I am sorry for those who choose to see the opposite of these things. You are valued and you are welcomed. Even if everyone else doesn’t think this, you have one young, Christian, white, middle-class woman who cares about you for exactly who you are. No questions asked.