Just finished watching Crash. The movie sums up the good and bad in all of us. We all have our own fears and anger that course through us. Why can’t we just stop and tell our brothers and sisters that we love them. Why can’t we see past skin color, nationality, fat, skinny, tall, short, man, woman, gay or straight. I’ve left out a bunch of things we need to see past because at the moment it would take far too much space.
I think part of it is because we’ve become so disconnected from each other. Busy lives lead to insular feelings. A general disconnectedness from the universe, so to speak. Sure, I have my electronic world and the physical world. In both I try to be as fair as I can. But sometimes I catch a learned bias and it surprises me that its still way down inside me, a part of me.
All I can tell you is that if you haven’t yet seen the movie, see it. It enraged me, saddened me and then left me with the hope that, to quote Donnie Hathaway, “…someday we’ll all be free.” Free from our learned prejudices, free from opression in any of its forms, free from fear, free from jealousy.
