More musings

I have been blogging somewhere else, but I've decided to do some "cross-posting", especially since I may be freer and a little more anonymous here and keep this particular blog from those closest to me just so I can maintain my honesty. Anyway. . . here's one from February:
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Tonight I watched a documentary on the Aryan National Front, which I thought an interesting programming choice for Black History Month. So many of these skinheads looked like disenchanted boys looking for a home. It reminded me of a gang sort of membership - kids who don't necessarily ascribe to all of the views of their local affiliation, but they get taken in and treated kindly and so they end up swallowing whatever is fed to them.

I'm not trying to say these kids are innocent and are not responsible for their actions - they very much are. I guess I'm just trying to understand that kind of hate - well, any kind of hate. Where does it come from and why? What can we do to eradicate it? Why must we continue to keep open old wounds? There is so much good in the world, and I'm afraid that one day the hate may take over, the evil, and cancel out the goodness, the love that is left.

As Gandhi said, we need to be the change we want to see in the world. A new call to action: Love, love, love. Drown out the shouts of hate and violence. Maybe I'm just a born-too-late hippie, or maybe I'm just a mother and a sister and a daughter and a friend who is hoping for the best in this world for those I love and those who will come after me.