As someone who walks between the worlds I see a lot.
I observe what is, what was, what will be.
Sometimes it puts me in strange places.
I see the fear of someone who doesn’t understand the different and the anger of the oppressed. I see the motivations, good and bad, behind what people do. I can see the good where people only see the bad, and I can see the bad in things that people think are good.
Where people condemn an institution or group, I see the humans that make up those groups and institutions. I see people doing the best they can with what they are given. I see people trying to change things from the inside.
I see myself in this and feel pulled in different directions because I can’t fault the arguments. There is truth on all sides.
And yes, I find myself doing it, too. Being human is like that.
But I always pray I can do better.
Maybe it’s naive of me. Or simplistic Or maybe I am just able to forgive too easy. But I just have to believe that not all people are evil and not all people in a given group or institution are out to get others. That there are always good people trying to do what’s right. That ignorance doesn’t always equate with bigotry.
I know that I’m a heretic in dictionary sense, and I suppose to some people that makes me an apologist for some things and “consorting with the enemy” in others. Or maybe it’s “showing my privilege”.
I suppose it is. I suppose this makes me a bad ally and a bad activist. And a lot of the time it can feel like I’m made of fail.
But it’s where I’m at and who I am.
In between a lot of things.
In between worlds, real and other.