This post is being written with a lot of trepidation.
I am not a hellion, nor am I a pansy. My age has nothing to with the depth of my feelings or the dedication of my causes. I am no better nor no worse than any of my peers. I have had ups and downs and rewards and punishments just like everyone else.
I suppose this confession is to reassure you — or most likely myself — that I’m not over- or under-reacting.
Just last week I started my post by saying It is as if I am handling a puffer fish or prickly bush with my bare hands. For the world of politics is indeed prickly. But this week prickly has turned vile. It is no longer screaming at the TV or sharing a sentence or two on Facebook.
In only a couple of weeks I have watched this political nonsense start to tear families apart.
Sounds so over the top, doesn’t it?
But in the past few weeks I have heard several first hand reports of one family member tearing at and apart another family member because of their political preferences. Yes, the problem between family members probably existed way before the change of the Guard. But this cavern between political preferences has opened wounds that finally were starting to heal. Or at least left alone.
People are just getting nasty.
Kids are ripping on their parents. Adults are blowing up on their kids. Generations are berating each other because of their political preferences. Then one thing leads to another, and things are said that cannot be taken back. And what started as two people disagreeing turns into people digging into the very foundation of what makes us human.
This isn’t right.
With all the anger and hatred and mistrust shuffling between people, it’s hard to see the good in each other. Parents who have given up everything so their kids could have a better life now are nothing but stiff, selfish old people. Younger kids with a chance to make things better are nothing more but self-centered spoiled brats.
Yet these are our children. These are our parents. These are our aunts and uncles and best friends’ kids. These are the people who we depend on for love or friendship or just a smile.
We have to stop ripping each other apart.
We can be involved, we can be passionate. We can march and we can protest. But we can’t change what is at this moment. This administration, the past administration, are a specimens of their own. None have made their way up from poverty, adversity, or war. They have never worked as a waitress or a sales clerk or a garbage collector. They don’t care about “us.” They don’t know us, they don’t see us, they don’t hear us.
And that point of fact is why we should never turn against our family. Not for this.
Not for them.
4 thoughts on “It’s Time to Stop Fighting”
Thank you! You are awesome!
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Thank you, Chris
I realize that, but that shouldn’t tear apart families. So sad.
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Sadly Claudia you leader is setting a very divisive example…