I’m struggling hard with this because I want so much for you to know how your readers — I’m that — HEY! we need you.
I don’t appreciate the people who’s words weigh you down or hurt your heart.
At the University, I studied the Holocaust and my ‘driver’ was to grow up and become a professor of Holocaust studies. Why? Not because the “Holocaust” is unique in terms of genocide, but because it ISN’T unique — genocide happens all the time — it is happening RIGHT NOW. The difference with the Holocaust is that it is well documented enough (and it was engineered in a non-apologetic, overt German way) that I believed the evidence alone would help remove doubts in the minds of those I wanted to teach about the impact of supremacy and help them feel a sense of urgency to aid in it’s eradication.
And it is armed with this proof that I imagined myself changing our world for the better. Showing adults with images and words taken and written by both the oppressed and the perpetrators such that denial of the tragedy that is supremacy is unachievable. How could I have known at 24 the truth of this insidious, evil force that lives inside the word ‘denial.’
I forgot to define the word first.
And it makes me feel furious inside when I see human beings gifting words that are met with:
- Invalidation born from lack of empathy
- Voids where there ought be compassion
- Pseudo intellectualism that defies logic and reason
- Bullying without repercussion
- Empty chest pounding in front of those with chests that are full of heart
This thing! This evil thing that harms the full of heart, the pace-setters, the resilient — this evil that produces denial no matter what the evidence is before the pounded empty chest — I don’t know how to solve it. But we must solve it. Genocides — plural — in progress right now. We say never again. The truth is there is nothing unique about Genocide, it is in fact the status quo. And denial is the legs of the quo.
My anger comes from not yet having the answer and from the grief I feel over my lost direction, knowing that no photo in the world will open those closed eyes living on the faces of those empty pounded chests. This depression is not one I want to see on others, ever. Least of all you, Dominique Matti.
We all need our rest if we are to going to vibrate higher, louder and out last those empty chests. We all need fuel to burn.
Your rights not honored are my rights not honored. We have got to find a way to show the ones, those who hide their hearts instead of pound their empty chests why showing their hearts is important, why caring about the rights of others is necessary and how to do it without losing their minds.
It’s hard work. We can’t afford to lose anyone on this team.
Especially one as powerful as you.
“First they came for the Communists
And I did not speak out Because I was not a Communist
Then they came for the Socialists
And I did not speak out Because I was not a Socialist
Then they came for the trade unionists
And I did not speak out Because I was not a trade unionist
Then they came for the Jews
And I did not speak out Because I was not a Jew
Then they came for me
And there was no one left To speak out for me”