There is a widely held belief that those most jealous in relationships, who often accuse their partners of infidelity, are cheats themselves. They know what they would do themselves, and they fear their own behavior will be done back to them. There is surely some level of truth in this.
The old saying goes, the first graders accuse the kindergartners of peeing in the swimming pool because they peed in the swimming pool last year.
The concept goes the other way too. I think that accepting hearts are perhaps among the least aware of social injustice and bigotry that our world is fraught with. An accepting heart loves others just as they are. They embrace the uniqueness of each person they know. It never occurs to them that anti-gay and racist sentiments run strong in so many because the idea of not loving humans is inconceivable to the accepting heart.
In a discussion with my sister, my most trusted confident, I made an offhanded reference to the fact that someone close to us that is gay went through hell in their childhood. My sister, one of the most intelligent human beings that I know, was surprised by this. My sister is a rare individual that is highly intelligent from an academic perspective and business perspective. She is street smart, and she is of high emotional intelligence. There is a great deal going upstairs in that brown head of hers.
How could she be so unaware of how difficult a gay child had it growing up where we grew up? This is the second day in a row that I have woken in the morning with this question on my mind.
I asked her this and she explains that she has a hard time remembering many of the details from our childhood. She also said that she does remember the good times that we all had together. I think that this goes part way to explaining how she was unaware of this, but I think the full explanation is that my sister has a deeply kind, accepting heart. She would never discriminate against someone, so she does not grasp how someone could hate another person because their sexual orientation or the color of their skin.
My sister is strong, and she is not afraid to stand up against injustice. It is not that she buries her head in the sand. It is that she does not hate, so she does not understand the hatred in others. When someone brings her a problem, she sits down and she listens. She works with them to solve the problem, even if that means confrontation against hate. I pity the fool that once gave her flack for hiring a black server at her restaurant. Well I don’t actually pity the fool. He deserved what he got back from her. That is just how the expression goes.
I guess what I am saying is that there is a need for healthy, open conversations because there are so many accepting hearts in this world that want to listen. They want to help others in their cause. Marching through the streets yelling, looting and screaming at one another only alienates the accepting hearts in the world, the accepting hearts that love others just as they are and want to change the world for the better.
Can we all sit down together and try to begin to understand?
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