I was on the plane headed back to see my brother, Dennis, who was in the process of deciding whether he was going to transition or fight longer for his place here in Earth. I was, needless to say, fragile. I decided to watch some movies to absorb my attention.
The first one I chose had a death in the first five minutes. Nope. Can’t do this one.
Then I saw “Driving Miss Daisy,” and I thought, “That’s a sweet film. I’ll do this one.”
Driving Miss Daisy is a story about a southern matriarch who has come to that time in her life when she needs a driver, and a lovely African-American gentleman is hired. We witness as this very tense, disrespectful relationship morphs into a story of comrades in the adventure of life, and, finally, two best friends who love and support each other till the end. During this unfolding, of course, the movie touches on the racially charged south that was still alive during the 60s.
At one point, the passenger next to me turned on CNN, that was covering the George Floyd murder. And it hit me … hard. Not much has changed in forty years. Still prejudice. Still judgement. Still profiling. Still smallness.
“What the hell is wrong with us?”, I asked myself.
“Control” the channel answered.
We feel like we have to control any energy that we don’t understand or that we have been “taught” might hurt us, or that is different from us: different race, different religion, different values, different bodies, different sexual identities. Nothing will change here until we give ALL people/energy the right to be Who They Are.
That is the ultimate choice of humanity: the right to choose our own definition of ME.
Let us be a community of inclusion, that teaches the world what acceptance can do for the happiness of mankind.