Grace and Persecution
I find myself contemplating the obliviousness of society, or maybe just the chosen ignorance, to the ills of the minorities in our nation. Those who have no hope for upward mobility, because a life of drugs, crime, and instability is all they know. It’s fascinating to see the fervor of those denying the discrepancies between the races, saying minorities have the same rights that they do, that the shortcomings of the minority population are largely self-inflicted. The existential desire to help those less fortunate at odds with the natural, survivor instinct to fend for ourselves is endlessly interesting. We’ve come not to feel sympathy for those in ghettos and lower income housing, but to vilify them. Deep in the hearts of each American, I imagine, is a warm-hearted sympathy to the faults of those in these situations, but the vitriol is all that emerges from the lips of those who haven’t an idea of the struggle they make to simply survive. Children are forced to fight for their lives, with little guidance or family ties to fall back on, no safety net, and only their fellow survivors as true family. The ebb and flow of grace and persecution is one that perfectly encapsulates the imperfections of human nature itself, that we are destined to fail but also to succeed, but to varying degrees. Our future as a nation has a direct link to the fate of the minorities, economically and socially, and this push and pull between those who vilify the impoverished and those who aim to lift them up will ultimately determine whether the United States keeps it place atop the pedestal of freedom and liberty, or whether we’re cast out into the fray of those with work left to do. We are beautifully unique in our intent, but every great venture faces challenges, and this is simply our next one as a nation. The question I see, is what part of our human spirit ultimately reigns supreme; in other words, in this regard, are we inherently good or bad?