Day 2112 – Day 2116
Black Lives Matter.
I’m not a preacher and I’ve got no answers to the world’s problems but if you don’t agree that black lives matter, then this probably isn’t the site for you. You might want to find another.
When I saw the photos a week ago, I was sick. I’m sure that if you’re still reading, it sickened you as well.
I have been purposely undertaking a Covid news blackout for my mental heath, aside from a daily scan of headlines. Last Monday, I looked at the news.
Around the world, inequality is killing millions of people. In India, the migrant workers are STILL not home. Sheltered under bridges, on the side of the road, or rounded up and detained in crowded conditions, their situation, in a pandemic, is a death sentence. I know these people. They are poor villagers who went to the city in hopes of earning some money to send home to support their families. When India suddenly locked down the country with only a few hours’ notice, they were stranded without shelter, food or money. Even those who can make it to their state by walking across the continent are being turned back at state borders. The poor are being left to die.
In Colombia, government funds to help fight Covid-19 and to support the people have been embezzled, and widespread corruption means that World Bank funds have again been funnelled into the Swiss bank accounts of the elite, while the poor hang out red cloths from their windows, a symbol that they are in desperate need and are facing starvation. Venezuelan refugees, caught in Colombia, like the migrant workers of India, without a home in which to shelter, are facing starvation in similar inhumane conditions as those in India.
And a friend in Brazil is looking forward to the birth of her first child. I reached out to her this week to see how she was faring – fearful for her, in a country that is run by a dictator who refuses to lockdown the country or make any provisions for the pandemic. Widespread deaths are needlessly occurring as grave diggers have to be creative and create high-rise vertical grave sites to keep up with the need.
Inequality is killing millions around the world.
In the country that is my neighbour, 40 cities are under curfew tonight and the leader is nowhere to be found. For days I have been unable to sleep. I’m sure you’re not resting easily, either.
I question the narrative that the media is piecing together. People burning down their own neighbourhoods? No, this doesn’t seem right. But who will get the blame? The black man. Same as it ever was. And who will die, if there is a spike in Covid cases from a justifiable and righteous anger that has not been quelled by a compassionate leader? Same as it ever was.
When journalists are being targeted, arrested and shot by the police – despite identifying themselves as press – and when peaceful protesters, with their hands in the air, are approached by police and have their pandemic mask ripped from their face so they can be pepper sprayed, I have to wonder how anyone can doubt that police brutality is an overstated phenomenon. Institutions have lost the trust of the population and when this happens, historically, coups follow.
I fear that martial law will come next and if so, I challenge my readers to pay careful attention to which citizen’s militia are allowed to join the forces that are restraining the population. The time has come again for the privileged to form a resistance to help protect and empower targeted populations. It feels like we, as a human race, have been here too many times even in this century. Oh Lord, same as it ever was.
In my Sufi lineage, we have been warned of the darkening of the world for as long as I’ve been sitting with the teacher (15 years). In my Christian tradition, we are warned of the worsening of life on earth that signals the End Times. Are we in the End Times? I don’t know. It has been pretty bad in Rwanda and the Congo, in Central America and in the Soviet Union in my lifetime. To think it is End Times just because it impacts me is a bit of white, Western, privilege. But, End Times may have been upon us for a long, long time. I do not know. What I do know is that I have been feeling the darkening of the world for at least as long as I’ve been sitting with the Sufis in meditation. The job of the mystic and of the Christian – in good times and bad – is to hold and build their spiritual light and to encourage others to do the same. It does not have to be the same as it ever was.
Hold your light, my friends. Have faith. God has not forsaken the world. If you don’t believe in God, then look around you for the helpers. Goodness has not left the world. There is so much goodness in the hearts of humankind. It is our job to stand up, show up and speak up. It is also our job to meditate, pray and fortify the soul. Only by building the light in our own souls can we vanquish the darkness in the world. Without our light by which to read our moral compass, all our works are easily corrupted.
I’ve done all the studies in strategy, politics and economics. I’ve worked with governments and corporations around the world. I have no answers but to build the light and be the light that the world needs.
I am grateful for my ability to listen with an open heart and bear witness to the pain of those who are not as privileged as I am. I am grateful for all the resources that are available to me to support those seeking justice and to unlearn my privileged view of the world. I am grateful to my spiritual communities around the world with whom I can connect as we do our individual prayer and meditation and I am grateful that our work benefits the collective. I am grateful for the activists – friends and strangers – who remind me to walk the walk of my values at times like these. I am grateful for this platform where I can say to you that I feel, in one sense, as helpless as you may feel, in the face of the world on fire. And I am grateful that perhaps you trust me enough, now, to join me in building spiritual strength to combat the darkness. What each of us does is no longer for our own salvation. It is for the collective soul that we must do our spiritual work. Let us rise to the spiritual battle of our lifetimes, even as we fight to end inequality and injustice in the material world.
Have faith. The good shall prevail. Be the light in the world on fire. Stay well, stay safe.