Why I Am A Racist: a Human Racist!

In Brief…

I am a racist: a human racist. I am prejudiced about the human race: that most humans are decent, honest, hard working and fair. We all deserve goodness because all people have value. Most people work hard to provide for their families, to build strong communities, and pave the way for a ‘better future’ for their children, grandchildren and descendants as a whole. To make the world a better place. For all humans. I am prejudiced that the human race will resolve our trials and tribulations because there’ so much good going on. Giving up is not an option, otherwise, all the human trials thus far would have been in vain– starting with the discovery of fire to keep our ancestors warm. Today, there’s a propagation of divisiveness that is keeping humans from being who we are: family to other humans. I hope other humans are also racist, too: prejudiced about the goodness of humanity. Because the good we see in ourselves is the same good we see in other humans. And we cannot love if we hate. Even those who count themselves as enemies against the human race. Let’s all be prejudiced about the Human Race. Like the song says, “Come Together– right now.”
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I love good sci-fi stories: ones that tell the tale about the human race surviving into the umpteenth century and achieving tremendous goals– like stamping out hunger, abolishing injustice and protecting its children– on planet Earth and planets we have yet to name. It stretches my imagination to envision what planet Earth could look like, hundreds of years into the future. And, silly as this may seem, good stories about the future bring me a sense of peace– seeing that the human race survives its urge to self destruct. It seems like a small portion of humans who self destruct (and kill others,) don’t live long in freedom: they’re either in prison or on the run. And despite the self destruction, the rest of us keep on living! Getting educated, marrying, having children, building lives: I think it is these individuals who, like me, are racist. Prejudiced FOR humanity, believing that humanity is forth living for.

Take a hard look at drug dealers. Drug dealers virtually destroyed my sister who destroyed herself to escape the constant pain of a destructive childhood. To be honest, she was abused, as you might have guessed. By a so-called loving family member– who, himself, was passing along his pain to others (from having been abused) in his own twisted childhood. Both of them are gone now. Both suffered from addictions. But, what if they had rather put their energies into being human racists, and finding the GOOD in themselves which could have led them to see the GOOD in others? If they had been prejudiced for the human race, they could have recognized and accepted their talents and gifts (everyone’s got ‘em!) But all they saw was yuck. What a waste.

This really is a beautiful world. And every morning, the sun comes up, signifying a brand, new day– and we can start afresh. That’s our birthright as the family humana. Even after a major fall, or aching disappointment, the next morning always looks like a re-birth to me. No matter how many tears I’ve cried the night before, morning means I can start all over again. And that is my prayer for one and all, and another reason to support my statement: I am a human racist. I just can’t get the love for humanity out of my heart.

We’re not reborn just in the morning. Anyone on Earth can claim a new beginning at any moment of any day or night. Our shared ability to rebirth our thoughts is what binds us together in the human race. Human racists. You see, every time one of us– any of us– sees the goodness in humanity, ourselves, we can see the humanity in each other. In everyone of us. Like drug dealers. And abusive parents or boyfriends. Fill in the blanks. But, somewhere in the midst of horror, a small glimmer of good eeks out to the rest of humanity, solidifying the fact that we were created and born out of goodness– not evil. Not what we want to believe, but what we must believe– that humanity is made good. Whole, wanting for nothing, lacking nothing. That means, peaceful. And that means, living in peace and harmony with all of humanity.

It isn’t that I stick my head in the sand and pretend not to see destruction– but that I stick my neck out in the world and choose to see beauty and grace that springs up in its place like the pear tree in the center of the 9/11 Memorial in New York City, which did not die. Have you seen the 9/11 National Memorial? There are no words adequate to describe it. When I drift beside the rows of the hand carved name plates of those who passed that day, the name plates that surround the two huge reflection pools, I am humbled at the humanity I see. Not just the unfamiliar faces and multiple languages but that so many people come from all over the world to reflect upon what happened there and is happening there now. The humanity of it. Nowhere is outrage or cursing at the injustice by those who destroy life for others– but the sighs and weeping for the love and kindness that still abounds, which hate could not kill. Hate can never kill love. Good always rises from the ashes of hatred. It is the essence of humanity. And humans share it. The Human Race.

There’s always good. All we have to do is look for it. But if we replace looking for good with expecting bad, then bad we shall see. And live. Because if we think it, we’ll live it. That’s why prayer is so powerful to those who use it. Thought is prayer. And I cannot pray when I hate. And when my sister passed, I did hate. Briefly. I hated the person and people who hurt her; I hated her for offing herself instead of staying here with me. And I hated the world for the injustice of a precious little girl, hurt and broken, who grew into a woman, hating others as much as she hated herself. And when I realized that my hatred was making me sick, I prayed for myself. And I began to love again. We can love all humans, but not what they do. And what humans do is not who they are. My love grew into racism: human racism.

Truth be told, I refuse to give up on the human race. And maybe, in some small way, my dear sister helped me to attain my human racism. Happy New Year! Happy New Thought!

Thanks for reading, friends. And I gotta tell ya…. With my kitchen reno, I am trying to write as much as possible amidst the rubble. So I do apologize for lagging behind. Please feel free to try my other blog: caring for elders.net. I’ve gotten two new ebooks out on Smashwords, and am working on a few more plus some fiction. Keep ya in the loop! And Thank you for reading Suzy Right!

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