“Curiosity is your best weapon.”
I have gathered you all here today to take a hard look at the state of our community. What is up with us? I’m watching arguments happen daily, watching people in left-of-center, activist and alternative health circles, and I am wondering.
Why do we tear each other apart?
Why do we burn out, why do we implode?
(And we do, yes, and there is no debate about this.)
We game-i-fy our activism. Who is the most radical? Who has the most up-to-date language?
And here we are, currently faced with a challenge that literally threatens to end our community, our country and our planet. Seriously. It’s time to get our shit together.
And to start, may I please present a question:
What if, when faced with something, an idea, some words, that challenges us, emotionally, that pokes at our sense of self, that riles up our privilege, that causes our heart to itch and our digestive system to rumble, when faced with REALLY BIG QUESTIONS, when faced with others’ pain, our own complicity, systemic ISMs, structural inequities we just S-T-O-P.
We don’t talk.
We don’t immediately jump to offering our “opinion”.
We don’t get all defensive.
We inquire within.
We delve, we read, we listen, we breathe.
What. If. We. Asked. Good. Questions????
Questions of ourselves, questions of history, questions of who controls the narrative.
Questions of WHOSE story are we identifying with?
Questions of WHAT is behind this feeling?
Especially vital when a marginalized person is attempting to share the story of their own marginalization.
And I am not saying, don’t eviscerate rape apologists. I am NOT saying don’t punch Nazis, don’t talk back to racists, don’t shut down mansplainers.
Boundaries are good.
I am not saying don’t all strive to be better at our inclusive language, better at outreach, better at performing activism.
But Christ on a cracker, my dears, look at how we are hurting each other!
Perhaps, in our frustrations with hearing other sides, with hearing others’ truths, we could just say “OK, I will think about this. Thank you for sharing this.”
(Perhaps, we can stop with the whole “both sides”, too, and move to a word beyond “both”.)
Perhaps we can stop seeing social media as the best outlet for these conversations. It’s too easy to hit send, too easy to verbally destroy the faceless other. Remember when we wrote on paper? When we journalled about things, made first drafts, thought it through?
Go for a walk. Meditate. See where inquiry takes you, and THEN share.
Let’s crack the information bubbles, bridge the feedback rivers, connect the identity silos.
And let’s, when faced with the critiques of our communities, whether we are white people, the middle class, cis-gendered, straight, Americans, men, the gainfully employed, whatever the heck you identify with, for fuck’s sake let’s just say I HEAR YOU. I see you, you matter. We don’t have to agree on everything. We don’t have to fix it all, now. We don’t have to immediately convert to queer-poly-pagan-gender-warriors to prove our loyalty.
But we can listen.
We can say “I was wrong”. We can say “I didn’t think of that” or “thanks for sharing”.
We can stop pushing people away.
And we can love.
“We need a love that starts out in tenderness and moves outward until it manifests as justice.”