For weeks we have heard about the pleading remarks to “Go Vote, your voice counts.”
Tonight we hear whose voice was the loudest.
And I’m scared. I’m scared that people are going to continue being angry. I’m scared they are going to attack the people who didn’t vote because their choice didn’t win. I’m scared that each person who encouraged the nation to go vote will find hatred at people who voted, but not the way they did.
We voted, we spoke our decisions as best we could, we did what you all told us to do. But I’m fearful of whichever side falters.
I don’t remember in my 36 years seeing people so divided for by so many things. We are so focused on the Right or the Left, the Blue or the Red,
Im’ reminded of a story that I used to love growing up. I have always been a huge fan of the work of Theodore Geisel. He created the odd, and made it the norm. He brought the Cat in the Hat to life, gave the world the Grinch who terrorized Whoville as he looked down from Mount Crumpet; but very few people know or remember the story Dr. Seuss wrote called, The Sneeches.
The Sneeches, you see, lived in on the beaches. And as the story goes, you can read it here, I won’t reinvent the wheel by rewriting the poem, the Star belly sneeches felt better than the Plain belly kind, until the became equaled at one point, then kept changing their status depending on the amount or lack of stars their belly’s bore after an invention kept adding or removing the stars.
By the end of the story, they realized, the stars didn’t matter. They were all the same, and “no kind of Sneech is the best of the beach.” They didn’t care about the stars, the stars were irrelevant in the end.
So when do we finally grow into the realization of the Sneeches? When will we stop fighting and start looking at people?
Maybe I look at politics wrong. Maybe I make the mistake of thinking people matter. And that people matter for being themselves and for being people. I don’t judge them for the color of their skin, the God they pray to, or who they lay next to in their bed. I’ve learned to accept people’s politics and still accept who they are as a person. I just which instead of fighting with the other side, you would meet them. Take them to get a coffee, walk with them for a bit and hear their story, both of the stories. Are people perfect? Absolutely not. If you look, you can find fault everywhere. Even a Monet up close looks like a mess, but when you take a couple of steps back, you get a beautiful image.
So tomorrow, when the votes are tallied, and the winners have taken their seat, let’s, for a moment, stop being red or blue. Maybe we can find a blend of purple. Maybe we can try to learn from those who see a different perspective as we do.
The only way to change the world, is to get to know it. The world is a made up of over 7 billion personalities and growing. It takes time to get to know them, and you won’t agree with them all, but sometimes a little time spent with someone who’s view isn’t exactly like yours is, but met with mutual understanding and listening, can make a world of difference.