trigger warning: racism, mentions of covid-19
Perhaps it is time to address the Big One. After all, it’s what I have been spending my nights pondering about, instead of falling asleep. We’ve all felt it, this harsh, heart-broken voice that questions, ‘when did things get this bad?’
People are suffering all around the world. Pistols are being lowered. The entire planet is cowering before a speck of existence. We are stunned. We are startled by our own helplessness. It is not our fault. We were once sure that the universe revolved around us. The change in paradigm is a world-wind. It will take us some time to adjust to our own insignificance.
Entire economies fall apart. The wealthy pull at the ends of their hair and hide under their bed sheets. The poor are running too, but their feet are slower. Sounds familiar? The world doesn’t do repetitions, but it sure does have a thing for trends.
In the midst of this chaos, there comes upon a thrum of revulsion. It runs frenzy, on the skins of those prone to anger, on those who owe their roots to a little island. A tear drop on the vast blue of the Indian Ocean— its cries seem to have become a permanent part of its soul.
Things are okay! The ruffians haven’t started burning things down, putting the world on blast! There’s no bloodshed!
But there’s hatred. An ideology of hatred that’s being fed full. The people are stuffing their hands with all the bread they can get their hands on. They’re hiding in their homes. And they are feeding a beast that hides beneath the wallpaper.
It grows bigger than its clothes. It grows gluttonous, and yet needs no sin to feed itself. The people satisfy this by their own stupidity.
You see, our people aren’t accustomed to fear. They have grown up with spoiling. Petted by their mothers, fed diamonds by their fathers, my people don’t know what it feels like to wake up in cold sweat. A phenomenon, but not an uncommon one.
This is an ignorance that education cannot solve. For our people boast of a high literacy, the best state universities, and the ability to spout their hate in three languages. They just haven’t learnt to live in a world of diversity. Truly a shame.
To the few that have known to open their blinders, and peep into the world past the teardrop, things feel a little less frightening. They’ve witnessed torment, they’ve witnessed countries that fall to dust within a span of month, they’ve seen things and by the sight of it, things do not look so bad.
Our supremacists cover in their bedrooms. March is burrowing into April and people are dying now. It’s terrifying.
A quantity of my people cope by placing their foreheads to the Earth, with tears streaming down their cheeks.
‘I will do what I can, but I submit myself to the will of the universe.’
The other, close their eyes and chant, for the stars, for Nature and the World to grow up and heal itself.
‘Come on,’ they say. ‘I’m trying,’ they say. ‘Please help me out’.
All the people are doing their best. It’s just that everyone assumes that they are doing more than the guy next door. That the guy next door has weird tastes, likes crappy food and is probably stupid.
‘But it’s a fatal matter! Of course people are going to think!‘
When someone’s angry, or shit scared, you will find that their capacity to think shrivels to a stop.
And so it begins. The finger pointing. The overreaction. The ‘guy next door is probably the one causing everything’. The thing is, we’re too afraid of blaming ourselves. And thus choose other people.
Here come the keyboard warriors, whose hate tastes like vodka, which burns the throat but is sweet to drink. It transcends languages and identities. Everyone feels their heart burn with a force of madness that compels their minds to fall back primitive.
Here come the cavemen, who only know to make sparks by striking stones together.
They’re running in circles. Everyone is aware of this. But, they are also terrified of leaving their minds empty for fear to occupy. And so hatred is invited.
Come distract me.
Like the ants that walk on the land to the shawls of fish swimming underwater, the diversity in the human race is so vast that we make up a body of color, absolutely stunning to behold by an observer’s eye.
You wouldn’t tell a tiger to change the color of its stripes in order to make the lion more comfortable. As an observer, you prefer the differences to the boring monotony. The animals also agree. Both beasts are comfortable with their differences, confident in their own beauty.
Perhaps this is what we should learn from animals, instead of following their way of pouncing on those who appear weak. We are all beautiful. We all feel the same compassion and need for survival. Sometimes, we may express ourselves differently. But an individual’s mode of expression remains his business alone.
You’ve got your back, just as I’ve got mine. If you can’t let go of the will to fight and spread hatred, at least try driving in your lane instead of bulldozing into mine.
(A/N: rants may not end racism. but words have been known for their power. wishing health and safety to every reader. wishing love and protection in the light of current events ✌🏽)