The Words of Reason
Tre, the honest, gut-wrenching, despairing, courageous, simple, heartfelt words you have written here; do more to reach out across the divide than any of the espousing theories, politics, political correctness and rhetoric going back and forth.
Your words come from a place that every human being can recognize. Your words make us recoil in horror and sadness. Your words make us feel and empathize. Your words invoke. Your words make us want to do something. Your words shake us out of our comfort zones and make us listen and understand.
Your words come from the heart of a reasonable person. A person we can relate to. An ordinary human being with the same hopes and dreams and wishes and desire to live her life, as we have.
Therein lies the power of your words Tremaine L. Loadholt Thank you for sharing them. Thank you for having the courage and depth and hope and love and outrage and dreams to share your words. The words of an ordinary person….
There was a time in my country when we hovered at the brink. It was a time when bombs were being placed in ordinary places.
It was a time when that which reasonable, ordinary people wanted the most, was being put at risk by people who were so entrenched in their beliefs, in fear….. they refused to let go, to listen, to see without blinkers on. They tried to separate, to escalate, to intimidate, to kill.
It was a scary time, it was a time when ordinary people shook with fear and despair and wondered where was it going, when would it end.
Just when we had started to believe, to hope…
There was a time when ordinary people put aside all the rhetoric and hate; all the accusations and labels and slogans and egos and sat around a table and really listened to each other. Listened to understand.
Talked and listened because they understood there was everything to lose for all.
Ordinary people stood in long, long lines to vote, despite and because of their fears, next to one another as never before, in the sunshine and shared their hopes and dreams.
There was a time when ordinary people spoke their honest, gut wrenching words and told their stories of pain and fear and loss and ordinary people wept and recoiled in horror and wished they had been able to hear those words years before.
There was a time that ordinary, reasonable people came to realise the truth. That actually they had a lot more in common than they had thought.
That by keeping quiet, by not sharing, by being separated from each other, by seeing each other as a type and not as another ordinary person, they had missed the opportunity to connect.
To realise that they, the ordinary people, were all just damn tired; sick and tired; of living with the fighting and hate and bloodshed.
To realise that they, the ordinary people wanted the same things — to live with dignity, to have the freedom and right to love and live as they choose, to feel safe, that they have a voice, that they matter.
Crisis has a way of bringing out the best and worst in humans. It has a way of stripping away the shells, the layers, the walls.
It has a way of making reasonable people stand up and reach out and say “Enough.”
Even when the crisis is over — the striving is never over.
Life is too complicated; humans are too complicated; emotions and beliefs and traditions and power and ego and greed are too complicated for that. The quest for true freedom, equality, justice and respect is as old as time and will continue long after we are gone.
The world- a country- people- communities continually hover at the brink and there is everything to lose.
All I know is, as an ordinary person, I need to reach out my hand. To listen, really listen to understand, honestly and respectfully without agenda or ego.
To put aside rhetoric, accusations, slogans, political correctness and fear and sit around a table and truly connect with other ordinary people, despite and because of our differences in order to grow and learn and teach and love and share and bond and find common ground.
To realise that we have a lot more in common than we think and that together we stand a way better chance of bringing about change, than alone. We are all human after all.
We, the ordinary people, hover at the brink and there is everything to lose.