a path just south of her house welcomed us, asking us to join it in the breath of a crisp march air so my two friends started to walk the path ahead of us which we intended to follow suit on when we saw a little boy unmoved like the trees surrounding him watch from the door of the house which shared the same air, the same sunlight, that the path did.
The tall tree shares light, the tall tree shares water.
They both grow strong and tall.
It should not come as a surprise that people in positions of power tend to reject open dialogue, diversity, and the ability to come together as a group to create change.
I lived in suburbia, received a good education, and assumed positions of privilege, yet I proceeded to get on my soapbox lecturing minorities on how they should react.
Information and fallacy have always been doppelgangers. The only difference between a hundred years ago and now is that both are far more easily accessible.
We don’t consider how our actions might hurt others in the future, because we’ve been raised to think that a mere statement will relieve any pain caused, and conditioned to skip the emotional connection that might be made, or broken, following these actions.