Last night I left an early Christmas party after the conversation turned to hate talk.
Somehow shortly after my arrival and settling in the conversation turned and we were on the road to nowhere. Time did that awkward standing still thing that happens when you are stressed. After grounding and taking inventory I realized I needed to go so I graciously bid my parting.
I normally can tolerate BS and small-town talk however, due to world events and genocide I can’t sit and listen. Taking that in is accepting racism and hate.
The drive home felt long and lonely.
Shortly after I arrived home I received a text explaining the conversation and validating the hate for newcomers and immigrants. I couldn’t respond and hit delete. My stomach turned and my heart was pounding.
I encountered hate at a Christmas party and the last words that were uttered to me were “ Merry Christmas”. What is Merry about war and hate ? What is merry about hate talk and discrimination? What is merriment?
Today, after reflecting, I am glad that I left the party. It wasn’t a party after all. The mood and vibe changed rather quickly. Regardless of your religion or skin colour, we are all part of this human race. We all bleed the same.
This may be my shortest piece of writing. I am really without words. I know that I will continue to stand up for peace and injustice. I will try to surround myself with like-minded individuals who do the same. I will continue to love these “ friends” from a distance. A change of minds and hearts is possible after all.
Merry Christmas,
May true love dispel darkness in the minds and hearts of humanity.
Prayers for peace.
Oh , yeah dear friends it is ok to leave the party!