Why are so many so ready and quick to jump to the dark side? No matter what it is about, no matter how innocent or not, it is always the negative that is the loudest. Why? How is it, so many, have become so hateful and ugly?Why are so many so quick to shout in anger, about anything and everything? *Side note, the following are my thoughts and considerations. Take this as you will.
I was scrolling along this morning, passing the time while waiting on my mother’s morning phone call. I came upon a post about a fundraising, awareness event for Muscular Dystrophy. It was one of those sign up and walk, I think it was forty miles. This is forty miles walked over the course of the month of September. Not in one day, not over a couple hours, the entire month. Oh, the comments. They came fast and furious. That was too much for a dog to walk. It was especially too much for small dogs. What about the heat? What about temperatures? How could they expect any dog to walk that far? Even though interspersed among the argumentative, there were comments explaining, no one was reading those, they were on a frenzied level and nothing such as common sense and information was going to stop them. This was an hour ago, I can only imagine that thread now.
If it is something that is anger worthy, such as people passing a stopped school bus as one example, then I could understand. If, this event did actually expect one to walk their dog for forty miles, I could and would understand. However, like so many other instances, so many did not take the time to see how what had them so upset, worked.
I was bored the other day and was scrolling through an offering of articles on a website. One of them was about Drew Barrymore videoing herself enjoying the rain. What caught my attention and left me confused and yet saddened, was that someone attacked her calling her racist. For playing in the rain. Accusing her of stealing something that black people had created. Now, other than what I said already, I’m saying no more. Because, well, because.
Yesterday was my day to help in the nursery at church. Anyone who has spent any time with young children know that they can have the most interesting imaginations. The conversations one can have with them being very entertaining and enlightening. One conversation that I had with a young child was that they had a boss master who was invisible. This master wanted them to eat people and if he didn’t eat people his boss master would fire hi and put him in a dungeon. His next comment was that he wanted to color with markers. While coloring these kids talked of how they wanted to be the Hulk or Ironman or any of the many other super heroes. I sat watching as they all boys and girls alternated between playing with trucks, coloring, cooking pretend food or working with the tools. Two of them decided that they needed to saw my limbs from my body turning me into a human puzzle. One then returned to put all the pieces of me back together. Any of these things could be a trigger for some. An invisible monster boss? Eat people or be put in a dungeon? Obviously this child needs intervention. Girls playing with tools, boys cooking? Well we know what that must mean. No..y’all, just no. Don’t comment, just please allow children to be children. Many years ago when my son was in one of the lower grades in school they were given an assignment to draw a halloween picture. Which he did. Halloween is scary right? Such was his picture. The school called me in saying my son needed intervention. They told me the assignment and then showed me the drawing. I can’t recall everything but it had flying pumpkins and skeletons and blood. I looked at the drawing then back at them. I commented along the lines of they told him to draw Halloween and he did, what was the problem? Simply because he didn’t draw some innocent pumpkin and scarecrow does not mean my child needs intervention. They didn’t like me much after that meeting.
Side note here, I do know that there will be times when children will need help. There is no shame in seeking help for our children. They should never be made to feel ashamed or less because of that need.
I think that many have an extreme sense of entitlement. What I want, what I think, how I feel is more important than anything any one else can be, feel, think. My words are law, yours should be silenced. No, folks. No one is better than anyone else. Kindness is not a sign of weakness and will more often than not get you much further than ugliness. I made comments a while back about my neighbors and their loud, very loud, music. Even though there were times I could not hear my television over it, and going out back to enjoy the sounds of nature wasn’t happening, I let it go. I never approached them, never complained, just let it go. They have a right to enjoy their music as well. I have noticed that those incidents are now far and few between. If I had gone over there all self righteous and angry, I would probably still be dealing with the bass that rattled the windows of my house.
I can sit here and ponder over this ’till the cow come home, and still not have answers.
Like the Star Wars movies, the internet has a dark side. A dark side that has many levels, but here I’m going no further than the trolls. Those folks who use the internet as their own hunting ground for targets to attack. They hide in wait for anything they can turn ugly. A meme posted to entertain, to encourage, to enlighten can be twisted quickly by those who wish to do so. An individual sharing a thought on an event, fodder for the trolls. Someone who had bad service anywhere, you got it, trolls come out in droves. Not to forget the political, enough said there. Any and every topic, any video, any photo, anything and everything are potential targets. Why? One thing I know, the internet offers this sort of cloak of anonymity. One can attack from the shadows of secrecy without fear of being found out. Attacks can come from people who have no connection to the topic, but they get to strike the match and then set back and watch the flames burn.
I wonder, how often these things are done as a way to divide us? How many of the trolls are among those who want control and use anything and everything they can to make that happen. An incident happens and immediately the comments begin. Comment upon comment meant to further inflame and divide. Conspiracy theory maybe, fact and truth? Maybe. So many are easy to be set off because they react without taking time to find out truth and facts. They lead with emotions rather than intellect.
Drew Barrymore was attacked for playing in the rain. I promise you folks, no matter your race. Drew Barrymore is not the first person, black men are not the first people, to video themselves playing in the rain. An event to draw attention to Muscular Dystrophy had no intentions of having folks make their dogs walk forty miles in one day. We really need to slow down. We need to open our eyes to see. Open our ears to hear. We need to stop, read and realize the facts of what is put before us. We need to be building bridges not walls. We need to be coming together as the human race, not the black or white or what ever other you are tagged with by census takers. We need to be able to gather together and hold conversations, sharing who we are and where we stand. Educating ourselves and each other so to make a better community and world. Explain to each other what hurts us, what angers us, what we feel needs to be corrected. If we would do that, we could heal, grow, become a community of people who understand and create peace. The greatest commandment is to love God. The second is to love one another as God loves us. All of us. No matter the color of our skin.
I do know, that doing such would not be easy. There is a lot of anger and hate, there is a lot of confusion and yes, racism out there. I know there are a lot of people that do not want us to come together. I also know, that the effort would be so worth it if we tried.