For
me, 9/11 will always be a day of quiet reflection about a terrible
tragedy.
And, via something called Project 2,996, also a celebration of
the lives (not the deaths).
Here's a post of celebrating some of those lost lives on the 10th anniversary via my own participation in that project.
Now, 19 years later, my reflections aren't just about those beautiful
lives, because in the US alone this year, we are dealing more than
190,000 deaths, more than 9,000 deaths in Canada, and just under one
million deaths world-wide due to a global pandemic.
In September
of 2011, we were anxious, frightened, and mortified about deadly
terrorist attacks. We responded by coming together, trying to focus on
celebrating the lives of those tragically lost, of comforting those
around us, and holding our loved ones close.
This September, the
attack, we realize, hasn't come from a single calculated physical
assault, but something far more deadly, far uglier, far more pervasive
and far more difficult to over-come.
And I'm not just talking
about a virus -- or at least not just about covid-19, a deadline virus
transmitted through contact. That is part of it.
But we're also
suffering from a much deadlier virus bred on hatred, fear, and lies -- a
virus of intense and impassioned divisiveness, of anger, of
fear-mongering, of objectifying and dehumanizing the "other" -- a virus
of a belief that one's opinion and ready-made meme and confirmation bias
is far better than actual science, that one's beliefs about race, about
religion, about sexuality, are more important than basic and
fundamental human rights, that a completely artificial construct and
adhering to the "party of choice" is far more important than basic
decency, compassion and respect.
I reflect on the words of a
leader I long admired, a man whose own life was cut short. Jack Layton
said it best in his final letter to Canadians when he said this:
"We can be a better one – a country of greater equality, justice, and
opportunity. We can build a prosperous economy and a society that shares
its benefits more fairly. We can look after our seniors. We can offer
better futures for our children. We can do our part to save the world’s
environment. We can restore our good name in the world....
".....consider the alternatives; and consider that we can be a better,
fairer, more equal country by working together. Don’t let them tell you
it can’t be done.
"My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is
better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving,
hopeful and optimistic. And we’ll change the world."
No, it's
not going to be easy to pick up the pieces, find ways to focus on what
unites us, what we have in common, but it usually begins with the way we
cherish and honor our loved ones, the way we seek to nourish and
support rather than objectify and destroy. And seeing how we can extend
that compassion beyond our our units.
If we can start with love,
if we can start with respect, if we can have those difficult, painful,
and awkward discussions that lead to growth rather than doubling down on
our own confirmation biases, we can have hope and optimism.
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[Please don't comment with hate, anger, finger-pointing, blame naming,
conspiracy theories, or any such ilk.This is not the place for it, and I
will delete those comments. Go spread hate, fear, and anger on your own
digital wall.
And if you feel that this post is a threat to what
you believe, or where you stand, consider why you feel that way. What
about what I said made you uncomfortable? What about what I said made
you self-identify? You might notice that I haven't called out any
specific persons, or groups, or political parties, except to quote from a
man whose vision I respect and admire.
On the other hand, if
you self-identified with the idea that compassion, that hope, that
optimism, that love, are a good place to start, that is also worthy of
reflection. What makes you optimistic, hopeful, respectful?
Also
know that I see myself as being hopeful and optimistic, but I also see
myself as being flawed - fixing that is an ongoing and never-ending
process. I have made countless mistakes; I have done plenty of wrongs. I
will, I know, inevitably continue to err, to fail at times, despite
what I believe are positive intentions. But I try, in whatever small
ways I can, to continue to be open to listen, to learn, to grow,
recognizing that every day I am battling with so many pre-existing
confirmation biases of my own. As we all are.]
