By Tamara Smiley Hamilton
Some call it the law of attraction. Some call it faith. Some call it hope. Whatever we call It, somewhere there has to be the belief that each of us can make this a better world. The time for fear has run its course. The waiting that someone else will step up is gone. We are living in such fragile times that each of us needs to attract the energy to reach across lines of differences and finally see the “other.” Why? Some might actually ask that question. When they do, the rest of us need to embrace the energy that launches the question, because at least there is an opportunity for engagement. There is an opportunity to sew up a gaping rip.
All of us embrace or reject differences in our own way and style. Some of us give benign smiles but don’t speak. Others lend a helping hand but won’t expose a heart. Some make noble speeches and proclaim: “My best friend is Black.” Or, announce I have the Koran on my bookshelf of sacred books. We wear various badges of honor to keep us from being like them. But who are they? Who are the ones dividing us from the vision of peace and harmony some of us expected to see in our lifetime, especially if you saw the fires despair that defined the sixties, and all that came before. Tulsa in 1921. Now Charlotte and Charlottesville, Berkeley and Washington State sound like remixes of nightmares we had shoved under the bed.
We are in a season where to call is not for arms, but for hearts.
Hearts open us up to hear each other’s stories. Hearts open us up to embrace a new food that comes with a grandma story. Hearts help us see mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, friends and families that make up the human village. There is an African proverb that says: “It takes a village to raise a child.” I offer that it will take a village to save the values, the hopes, and the dreams we so delicately place in our children for safekeeping.
What can each of us do now?
We see the seams unraveling.
We feel the smoldering conflict of values.
We see the threads dangling at the hemline of our nation.
Does anyone have a needle and thread???
Are we standing by letting the cords rip?
It’s not too late to consider: What is one small step to reach across lines of difference so that we can sing at least one song in harmony? Perhaps the song has a simple refrain: “I SEE you and you matter to me.”
Tamara S. Hamilton is an experienced and sought-after speaker on diversity and inclusion whose wise words lift the spirit, hug what hurts, and models hope and resilience. She is an eloquent and heart-centered communicator. Contact Tamara for consultations, speaking at your event, group facilitation or coaching.
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