This past week has been a deeply emotional one for reasons that are obvious enough, but also for one reason I didn’t expect: you. The readers of this blog. When I wrote the posts I did, I hit publish with trepidation. I put on comment moderation. I braced myself for push back, for hateful comments.
This never happened.
In this past week I’ve received e-mails, messages, and comments from all over the world and save a handful of exceptions, you responded with understanding, compassion, and tolerance. I read pieces like this one urging against stereotyping, this one eviscerating the media for how it stokes the flames of hate, and this one discussing how all Muslims really are terrorists [except the 94% that aren’t]. These articles, others like it, were shared and forwarded on by countless people who agreed: we can’t judge the acts of some to reflect on all.
And so, I find myself able to breathe. And I find myself filled with a cautious hope that though there will always be hate and bigotry, that most of us? We’re better than that. And that most of you, when you look at me, you will see me: A doodling, baking, chai-drinking, gardener-wannabe, momma to two monkeys, and wife to a scientist by day and fantasy football enthusiast by night– a regular human being trying to enjoy and appreciate the blessing of this life before me.
I’ve sat here and typed. And back-spaced. And the truth is, words fail to capture what I really want to say, so I’ll simply say this: Thank you. Thank you for reminding me that though there will always be people who hold hate in their hearts and for whom horrific events like this will only help justify their bigotry, thank you for giving me reason to believe that in the long-run, we as Americans, as humans, are better than that.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character. Martin Luther King Jr.