“And so by fateful chance the Negro folk-song — rhythmic cry of the slave — stands today not simply as the sole American music, but as the most beautiful expression of human experience born this side the seas.” W.E.B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk
I have discovered that something is awakened through failure, tragedy, and disappointment. It is a place of learning and potential creativity. In such moments you can get lost in despair or denial, or you can recognize the failure and run toward the hope of something new.
Hope and despair, truth and lies, narratives colliding, a country in shambles. How can we grow to see the truth of another person’s lived experience? Wonder what is going on inside them? Stay curious to how the world appears through their eyes? What would it be like to walk in their shoes?
Will we then know the things that make for true peace?
“Let us all hope that the dark clouds of racial prejudice will soon pass away and the deep fog of misunderstanding will be lifted from our fear drenched communities, and in some not too distant tomorrow the radiant stars of love and brotherhood will shine over our great nation with all their scintillating beauty.” Martin Luther King Jr, Letter from Birmingham Jail