This is an open letter to my community, and my viewpoint. I do not expect acceptance of my views, and it is with humility, respect and love of my community that I have decided to share my opinion.
As I bring my grandchildren to school, or the library, or any gathering, I am not unaware of the Mexican children and their families among us. They are a vital part of our Town. I contemplate the rhetoric, hate, and fear that is targeted at Americans and wonder what our neighbor’s experience. What do these children learn, and the impact on them and those who make up their community? When I lean down to kiss my grands I think of the disparagement of race, culture, and heritage that is experienced by these children. While they learn about freedom, justice, respect, and civility, everyday they are bombarded by disinformation, denoting the Mexican people as criminals, dangerous people, unwelcome, and now a cover for middle easterners to slip into the country and kill us in our sleep.
As a free people, we have faced this dilemma before with the incarceration of our Asian community during WWII, the segregation of African Americans who fought every war with their fellow Americans shoulder to shoulder, turning back the Jews who sought refuge from hate, prejudice, violence, and certain death in concentration camps. We allowed these acts to be done in our name, because of fear. Yet our greatest strength has been our acceptance, tolerance, and courage in the face of cowardice.
Our country is built on diversity, immigration, boldness, and our inherent belief in justice, and the contributions from all our myriad peoples has brought storied innovations, and a level of excellence unmatched anywhere else. We are a great nation and always will retain that sacred designation as long as we remember that it encompasses every single one of us in our pursuit of excellence in love, justice, civility, and honor. We have come a long way.
I believe personally that we have the right to happiness and to love, with authenticity, those whom we love. The LGBT community deserves to have the sacrament of marriage, partners should be covered by health insurance, and their distribution of assets respected, and all manner of things connected to family and the nurturance thereof. I believe that when a woman is respected and allowed to choose her course of action, she will make better decisions, take greater care in her choices. Preserving life does not stop at gestation and birth. It is an ongoing process of family and community to nurture, and in our small and large gestures, take responsibility of each soul entrusted into the care of our world. I do not pretend to believe the poor shall inherit the earth, but I do believe that surrendering to love in helping those who need our hand will be instrumental in lifting each person given a chance, and make us richer for our united purpose.
I come to the crux of my thinking and belief, and that is the essence, and embodiment of unconditional love. Unconditional love sounds simple, a shrugging off of deep thought, and response to the questions that mire us in doubt, in angst, in taboos ingrown, and lack of knowledge in response to change and expanding the conversation, and way of life that fit us comfortably like an old sweater. Unconditional love is joyous, but also a work in progress which sometimes entails the hardest work to reach understanding, tolerance, and to fight against our ingrained or learned fears.
Unconditional love gives us purpose, clarity, a transparency to live for each other, and attain the higher ground of all that is our best corporeal selves, embodiment of our values as a great people who are members of a great nation, were born and lit by the fires of our worst decisions to become the most honorable, and truest believers in freedom, and justice for all of us.