I was a girl who believed in unicorns and rainbows. Things
were happy if I believed them to be. I was raised by a non-practicing Catholic
family to treat others the way I wanted to be treated. If people are good to
you, you be good to them. I learned all this without the help of any Catholic
school, bible school or commandments. It was just who my parents wanted me to
be. And they did that on their own.
For years, I struggled with the idea that -isms could exist
in a world I believed was all about equality. Why should it matter that people
were a different color. It was merely a physical characteristic. It was not indicative
of their character. Why should it matter if they have a different idea of “God”
in their religion? Why should I care about who is in their bed at night? If an
artist paints particularly graphic images, I have the right not to attend the
gallery show, or boycott, or speak out against it. But that doesn’t mean that
he is a monster or a heathen or whatever else some may call him. If people
choose to carry guns legally, that is their right, just as it is my right not
to carry a weapon. Some people treat their pets better than they treat people,
but that isn’t hurting me in the least. I don’t have tattoos. I don’t smoke
weed. I don’t sky dive. But if you want to, be my guest. NONE of these things
have any influence on me or my happiness if YOU choose to do them. Why can't everyone understand that?
The problem with being raised to treat people like people?
It isn’t reality. It pains me to think that I am blinding my own children with
the same ill-gotten sense of humanity as was instilled in me. But I wouldn’t
have it any other way.
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