I am looking for those people.
You know; ‘those ones.’
The ones that everyone seems to know about; but nobody actually knows. You know; those people. Surely somebody should know someone. You hear about them all the time. Always less sophisticated than the people who talk about them. Always never like us. They are all the same. Those ones.
Maybe its time to be asking... does anybody have something new to say? Does somebody actually know what they are talking about?
So I am looking for those ones to find out if it is true. Could there really be a population of people who are really all the same? Not like ‘my own people’ to whom the grace of individuality has been extended to explain away our own ‘bad apples’. You know; ‘those ones’. “They’re all like that.”
And so when asking around if anyone knows anyone from ‘those ones.’ The answer is always the same. ‘No, we don’t actually visit those ones. We don’t communicate. We don’t get along. We don’t talk. We don’t even associate with those ones. And so if you don’t talk, communicate, get along or associate for that matter, I think it is most reasonable to be asking - how is it that you think you know so much about those ones that you actually do not know?
Not sure about you..., but I am confused.
My diversity of life experience has destroyed any illusion that I can claim to know anything about ‘those ones’. I’ve lived in too many places; have too many people I care about, crossed to many cultures to know that ‘those ones’ are always very much like me. That ‘those ones’ are me and I am ‘those.’ And any of ‘those’ are likely to be in my direct family or circle of friends.
The luxury of ignorance is not in my corner on this one. As soon as someone starts talking about ‘those ones,’ I know they don’t know what they’re talking about. What becomes abundantly apparent is that they know so little about their own humanity that they can look at other people and convince themselves that they have nothing in common. They’re not like them. They’re better. That is a lie. It is really too bad that they’re simply human too and are unaware.
And as long as we continue to dialogue about ‘us’ and ‘them’, we lose touch with our humanity and grieve our Creator.
And so while I continue to hear so much about ‘those ones’, about how they are and what they do, for the life of me, I cannot seem to figure out, who the hell are “those people” anyway?
Does anyone actually know them?
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