To Those Who Remain Silent: You’re Breaking My Heart

When you reach out and tell me you’re sorry that I’m scared, I know that you care. When you tell me that you cannot imagine how I must be feeling right now, I know that you are concerned. Even when you say nothing at all, I know that you love me and hope that everything turns out okay.

And yet everyday you’re breaking my heart with your silence. For someday you may find that silence is your only option.

Everyday you’re breaking my heart when when you fail to ask how you can change people’s minds about Muslims. For someday you may find that these minds need changing about you.

Everyday you’re breaking my heart for not using the influence you have upon those in your community that will never come to befriend someone like me. For someday you may find that these people no longer see you as part of their community.

Everyday you’re breaking my heart for not standing up for the rights of those who simply wish to love who they love and be who they are. For someday you may find yourself separated from those who you love, pretending to be someone who you are not.

Everyday you’re breaking my heart for not fighting for the millions of black men and women who have been unjustly imprisoned by Nixon’s design. For someday you may find yourself unjustly imprisoned by a new President’s design.

Everyday you’re breaking my heart for not demanding that America remain a safe haven for those fleeing from poverty, violence and persecution. For someday you may find yourself fleeing from those very things.

Everyday you’re breaking my heart for not sharing the stories of Jewish and Japanese World War II survivors, who desperately seek to remind us of the history we are about to repeat. For someday you may find yourself sharing the story of your own survival, wishing I had survived to do the same.

Everyday you’re breaking my heart.

And everyday I still love you. And care for you. And fight for you. For someday you may see that when I fight for my freedom, I fight for yours too.