Since returning from our British Pilgrimage of Hope last Monday night, my stomach has become an increasingly tight ball of discomfort as I adjust to so much that has been unraveling in our world over the last month or so. So much pain and anger being inflicted on each other, indiscriminate displays of power fueled by hatred and then there is the downright evil flooding the streets and homes of whole communities. As many have said on facebook in response to the reporting – there are no words, we are left winded and bewildered, and words fail.
Then the anger bursts through once more and we seek a focal point for it. Someone, some thing, some ideology, some religion, some historical event or decision…. anything to blame and say if only we could undo or eradicate, then everything would be OK and this will never happen again.
There are angry declarations that the answer to the genocide in Iraq is to eradicate the perpetrators, they deserve to die, they are not behaving like humans, so…. I get it, and anger is an appropriate response to seeing summary executions of children and civilians, but the problem is, what drives a genocide is the strongly held belief by one group that another group is less than human and it doesn’t matter if they die. Let us not do that.
“The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral,
begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy.”
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.