And there wasn't even great personal tragedy to spurn such emotional turmoil.
feel as though I should start this posting by stating that I had no
intentions to post today. This morning while planning my day in the
shower I gave a passing thought to booting up and checking emails and
coming up with some snappy blog post, but upon review of the clock, and
the decided lack of snappy post material (not that this has stopped me
in the past, mind you) to fore-go the blog posting for the day.
But something happened this evening that has left me unsettled enough
to feel I need to put some thoughts down on paper so to speak. I went to
the movies. Yep, the movies. I finally had the chance to go and see
"The Help". I have yet to get to read the book itself, to be completely
honest I for whatever reason have had little desire to read it though it
is a topic I have "enjoyed?" reading of. Ugh, that sounds horrible. I
have enjoyed many of the books I have read regarding slavery in America
and the Civil Rights Movement. As in I appreciate the prose and tempo
and the emotional tearing of the books along the subject and I am a firm
believer that we mustn't as a people forget our past in order to better
approach our futures, but enjoy the actual materials subject matter
seems an inappropriate statement.
So, on the note of
such literary subjects, I have often read books that can on one page
piss me off, and on the next make me laugh with joy. I've partaken
between two covers a heart tugging journey between fear, outrage and
blinding heartwarming hope. But rarely does a film move me in such a
manner. I'm not saying I don't enjoy movies, but audio visually I don't
get the same attachment to characters in two hours that I do in the
reading of a book. However; "The Help" managed to do this to me. From
beginning to end you felt for the characters that were developed through
the narrative. In the end I was torn between the rage at our treatment
of members of our society, and inspired by the hope and human beauty
displayed throughout the film and especially the display of courage at
In the end I was left feeling that we've come
so far. But despite that fact, we have so much further yet to go. I
wasn't there for the Civil Rights Movement, though at times I wish I
were. Maybe more appropriately I hope and pray that if I had been I
would have been one of the strong ones that chose to do the right thing.
But, I was born to late and grew up in a place somewhat removed from
the standard issues of the Movement. I grew up in Alaska. And not only
in Alaska, but a very diverse part of the largest city in the state. I
went to the "Black" schools from Junior High on. I worked in the "R
& B Niche" music store in High School. And despite coming from
Alaska, moving to Casper Wyoming which is quite possibly one of the
whitest cities in the United States, I feel that I have a more diverse
mind set than many.
With all that said, and even though
I feel like we as kids were very open minded and accepting I still
recognize the simple truth that throughout the country there is a
unhealthy dose of racial hate between all groups. I know it's known by
the terms prejudice and racism, but lets face it. Under all guises and
names, it's simply hate. And to be completely honest, I have no idea
what to do about it. That's right, I don't have a single solution to
offer. But what I can offer is that though I obviously feel that there
is so much further to go, I also have hope that someday we will get
there. Or as close to there as us humans can get for we are a forgetful
bunch of beasts. That's right, I have Hope. Mainly I hope that I will
live the best I can, and when the times call for it, I hope I will make
the right choices and live honorably. I hope I will stand for what's
right no matter the cost and treasure that which is most holy on this
earth. Life. And in the long run, until we are all challenged to make
such choices this is the best any of us can do. I know, I know, things
are always more complicated than that. It's never as easy as choosing
the right thing from the wrong thing. We humans have a nasty habit of
muddling up the simply things don't we?
At the end of the movie, it is restated that we should
love our enemies. In that Love is our victory. I can tell you that I'm
not that good of a person, but I can at least try to not act out of
hate, even if I can't find the room for love for my enemies. Maybe doing
the right thing can simply be whittling out the choice that wouldn't be
acting out of hate? Maybe someday that will be enough. Maybe it won't.
But here's hoping that it will.
If you paid attention through this diatribe, I appreciate it.