Protesting Hippie

Yes, that’s right, here I am, an old hippie at heart. I never got to be what I truly was in spirit when I was young.  I was too submissive and under the ever demanding thumb of my parents. But now, I have a mind of my own, thank God.  I’ve never been the one to be political, I dislike confrontations, I am distressed by arguments, I am distressed by bigots and narrow-minded people.  I am a peace-loving old hippie that speaks up NOW.

Times have changed and I see baby-boomers and even younger than my age that have been through the same times as me grow into people with blinders on, who can’t seem to open their hearts and souls anymore. Who don’t seem to want to see all the facts of a situation, but go along like sheep.  Sometimes it looks like an old horror movie with those people chasing Frankenstein with the torches and pitchforks.

I read the messages about blacks not being oppressed because of the exceptional few who have overcome the odds and actually made something of themselves and succeeded.  Are you who are saying these things realizing what you are saying?  Have you ever experienced prejudice in your life?  Do you realize that women are still not getting the salaries they deserve for equal positions as men.  There are the exceptions, of course.  But in the real world and in everyday life, they are grossly underpaid. They work harder and need to achieve more just to get the same respect?  They endure so much –sexism, harassment, and invisibility.

I read how people are upset about different religions and ethnicities coming into our great country for a better life. Seriously?  That’s what makes our country great! That’s how our country was founded, for all the different races, creeds and religions coming here to escape the indignities and oppressions from the old country. Think of the plaque on the Statue of Liberty poem,

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!”” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” .

My ancestors and yours came here with these words ringing in their hearts and ears. And now you want to deny it to others?

How can you say that your religion believes in love when you cannot allow someone elses heart to love and worship in their own fashion. How can you honestly love when you look at someone’s skin or race or ethnic inclination and be prejudiced? Do you know these people? Have you walked in their shoes? Have you experienced what they have? Love is an open heart and mind. We need to remember this, it’s important for our future.

You have fear, you have fear of the “bad apples”.  We have our own evil in this country – the white supremacists, the pedophiles, the child abusers, the animal abusers, the wife beaters, serial killers and many more.  We are not innocent! We  are not here to judge, it is not up to us. That is left to the final calling. Not to mere humans.  But we as humans are responsible for making a better world, a better inheritance for our children, a better example for our children.  What they see now is what they repeat as adults.

You can either be the person to be an inspiration for a better life and world to that child or perpetuate prejudice, hate, narrow-mindedness and bigotry. What kind of person do you want to be?


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