I usually avoid politics and controversy here. The Bookwyrm’s Hoard is about books; many of us enjoy reading as an escape from reality. But reality keeps crashing in on us, a seemingly endless tide of violence and hatred. Paris. Miami. Istanbul. Baghdad. Dhaka. Dallas. And the scores of places in my own country where lives have been taken by those whose job is to protect.
The news this week has been heartbreaking. When will the violence stop? The use of deadly force both by and against police is deplorable, as is the racism that has fueled it. I came of age in the late ’70s and early ’80s; this is so very far from where I believed we would be by now. And there seems little that I or any of us can do to make a difference. And yet we must find ways to reach out in love, in support, in solidarity, in peace.
I don’t yet know what or how I, personally, can do that—can stand up for and speak out for justice, acceptance, equality, peace, and above all love, in ways that matter and aren’t just pretty words. But I can start by never letting a racist or religiously-intolerant joke or comment pass without challenging it… by working on my own unconscious assumptions… by supporting institutions and organizations which promote peace, justice, and understanding both in my country and abroad. And by striving to keep the light of love alive.