The Whole Picture
I’ve worn bifocals for years. They allow me to see both near and far, read, and safely drive a car. Without my dual lenses life would become a bit one-dimensional.
The state in which we find ourselves today, where the racism upon which this country was built and continues to be sustained, has been laid bare. The needs that must be addressed have been brought into sharp focus, and we must not look away. It is difficult to view life through any other lens.
The danger in only seeing the world through a single lens is that we become one-dimensional people.
Lately, whenever I turn my attention elsewhere, away from the shame of our racist past and my part in it, the pain of our racist present, and the threat of a continuing racist future, I feel a little guilty. Like I am being shallow or selfish for finding moments of hilarity, causes for joy, or the simple pleasures found in a good novel, good food, good wine, or a hike in the woods. How can I allow myself to feel good when there is so much bad to be reckoned with?
I let myself feel good because I must.
We all must.
We must stay connected to our innate goodness in order to oppose that which is bad.
We must laugh every chance we get because a merry heart does good like a medicine. And when it comes to the virus of racism, we are all called to be healers. Especially if we are white.
We must find causes for joy so that we can address the issues that are causing such deep sorrow.
We must delight in simple pleasures lest we give up because it is simply too hard.
We must never lose sight of the whole picture.