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Our world is no place for hate


Painting from the Wooster Collective

It is discouraging to me that one week into President Obama's installation as the leader of our country that I seem to be bombarded by negative, racially charged, cynical, hateful, and angry political sarcastic comments on blogs, Facebook and the like.

I will not reply to your statements in the same attitude or tone, but I find it totally unacceptable to not reply to these inappropriate statements in some manner.

When people are put in the spotlight, they often become the subject of criticism. In the case of any president, criticism is something to be expected. However, comments based solely on the basis of a persons race is not something that I would have expected to see and hear in the USA in the year 2009. How sad that in a historic moment that greater includes all humanity, some of humanity continues to try to isolate and divide.

Martin Luther King Jr once said,
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."


So in the name of love, light and human decency, no matter your political compass, do not become an agent of hatred. Hatred and darkness can only be dispelled by light and love. Make a difference on your Facebook, your website, or your blog; and stand up for the promise of a country where, "...all PEOPLE are created equal."


Image from Miami University

Comments

Mel said…
And here I was hoping the world was doing a bit of growing up......

*sigh*

Why can't we all just get along....

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