We aren’t just writing history, we’re re-writing it.

When I walked up to a local protest in Northern Indiana with a friend by my side, signs in our hands, and masks rubbing against our faces, I didn’t know what to expect. I had read the posts, seen the pictures, and watched the videos of protests turning into “riots” while police reacted in ways that made me sick. I had also seen the brighter side, with people truly coming together and officers joining in and embarking this movement for freedom with the people. The world seemed to be working in levels of extreme. Which extreme was I getting myself into?

As we walked up to join the protestors, our first instinct was to look for the cops. Were they in riot gear? Were they surrounding us? What weapons did they have? We were lucky, though. Among the relatively small crowd we were in, there were only a handful of police officers, including the chief of police and the county mayor. It was later said that each officer in the crowd was there on their own accord and protesting with us (although they never chanted, held a sign, or actively participated). Their relaxed presence was appreciated nonetheless.

The protest lasted two hours and was full of friendly faces chanting things like “Black Lives Matter” and “No justice, no peace, convict the police.” No curses were made. No fires were started. No property was damaged. It was, all in all, a peaceful protest. I can say with full confidence that many protests have run their course in the same manner. So why is it that in the midst of each peaceful protest, the violent ones seem to be all we hear? Or why do protests that are meant to be peaceful become violent? The answer is simple: because that’s how effective protests work.

When looking at the looting and the fires, people tend to react with exclamations of “What would Martin Luther King Jr. think of all this?!” or “Gandhi never achieved peace through violence!” There’s even the occassional “Rioting never accomplishes anything!” comment that spurs from the mouths of others. And while these comments and questions are understandable given the circumstance, they highlight the lack of proper historical education and the ways in which history (particularly peace history) has been whitewashed and glorified to look like change occured through a utopia of nonviolence.

None of this is to say that some of the historical leaders we glorify weren’t persistant advocates of peace, but rather what they did was not necessarily as peaceful as we have been taught. Take Gandhi for example: he is most known for being an ex-lawyer who convinced a country of people to stand against British control and salt tax while marching peacefully to the Arabian seacoast. And while Gandhi believed in Satyagraha, or peaceful resistance, he also believed cowardice was worse than violence. He taught his followers not to fight back if they can help it: if an officer beats them with a baton, take the hit. If you are handcuffed and arrested, go peacefully. But if the only choices you face while someone is encountering injustice are fighting with violence or running away in avoidance, you are worse off for running away a coward. It takes more strength to use non-violence, he believed, but “Cowardice is impotence worse than violence.”

Martin Luther King Jr. was another iconic peaceful leader who stood on the front lines of the Civil Rights Movement and promoted nonviolence in order to create change. But if you think violence was never on the agenda, think again. One of King’s greatest tactics was invoking the violence of the oppressors in order to create awareness in the public. He trained his followers to withstand all sorts of violence, making it known to each of them that they will get beat, hosed, abused, and arrested, but it will not be in vain. The harm done to them would be advertised and televised so those in denial or unaware of the harm being done to African Americans would see for themselves what the fight was really about and how deep the racist blood ran. The Civil Rights movement went so far as to send children to the front lines of the protests, so when word got out about kids being abused and arrested by police officers, the hearts of America would hurt for the unjust treatment of it’s people and they would finally take a stand. King didn’t want the protestors to be violent, but his revolution revolved around the violent nature of those they were protesting against, particularly the police… sound familiar?

In King’s Letter From a Birmingham Jail, he answered questions and explained incidents that are uncanny in their relation to today’s events. One passage explains his response to people “commending” the police officers for their bravery and actions during protests in efforts to keep the peace. This was King’s response:

Before closing I feel impelled to mention one other point in your statement that has troubled me profoundly. You warmly commended the Birmingham police force for keeping “order” and “preventing violence.” I doubt that you would have so warmly commended the police force if you had seen its dogs sinking their teeth into unarmed, nonviolent [African Americans]. I doubt that you would so quickly commend the policemen if you were to observe their ugly and inhumane treatment of [African Americans] here in the city jail; if you were to watch them push and curse old [African American] women and young [African American] girls; if you were to see them slap and kick old [African American] men and young boys; if you were to observe them, as they did on two occasions, refuse to give us food because we wanted to sing our grace together. I cannot join you in your praise of the Birmingham police department.

Letter From a Birmingham Jail

Replace “dogs sinking their teeth” with “police spraying pepper spray and tasing from point blank,” and you can paint the exact same picture with a different time stamp. King goes on to say that rather than commend the police officers, commend the protestors. The people who are risking their own freedom and well-being to fight for a greater cause. The individuals who are truly practicing non-violence by sitting on the frontlines of the protests without inciting harm to anyone around them. The individuals who are being thrown in jail, pepper sprayed, tased, pushed around and beaten all while not raising a hand, but rather, raising their voices – those are the people you should honor.

To continue the discussion and go beyond the historic leaders who have stood up against unjust treatments (if you want to continue learning about that topic, look into people such as Socrates… or Jesus), it would be beneficial to discuss peace as a whole. Those who are partaking in protests, whether it is directly or indirectly, are fighting for positive peace. Those who are not, are likely condoning negative peace. The difference? Negative peace is the absense of direct or physical violence; positive peace is the presense of justice. If you feel as if negative peace has always been present or you’re comfortable with it being around, you are likely priveledged and living in a shadowed world. You are okay with negative peace because you do not face the same oppression so many others deal with regularly. As long as there is order, you are happy. But what do you do if there is order in unjust ways? Order simply implies tolerance and acceptance, but it’s not synonymous with something being right. You shouldn’t settle for negative peace – you should strive for positive peace. And the only way to create positive peace is through creating disorder. Tension needs to be created for a positive peace to occur. When talking about these two types of peace and the order/disorder they cause, King said the following:

Actually, we who engage in nonviolent direct action are not the creators of tension. We merely bring to the surface the hidden tension that is already alive. We bring it out in the open, where it can be seen and dealt with. Like a boil that can never be cured so long as it is covered up but must be opened with all its ugliness to the natural medicines of air and light, injustice must be exposed, with all the tension its exposure creates, to the light of human conscience and the air of national opinion before it can be cured.

Just like you would do when cleaning a house – you must trash it first, then sort through the filth before it can be clean. If you hide trash in the pantries and dirt under the rugs you do not have a clean house but a dirty house that looks clean. Many people see America as a dirty country that looks clean. We have swept the crimes and dangers of others’ actions under the rugs of this country for so long that generations who weren’t around for the original crimes are now feeling the weight of cleaning up the mess. So what do people do? They sweep it out, dump it out, get it in the open so it is seen and acknowledged and then get to work.

The “riots” that are sweeping the nation are merely a response of centuries of built up anger and aggression towards a system that was built on the backs of the abused. The civil unrest is not random or surprising, but a natural response to the ever-so-present abuse. When protestors are peaceful but police are not, a riot occurs. When negotiating is attempted but no voices are heard, yelling ensues. When begging and crying and pleading is ignored, demanding and taking are the options that remain. After all, don’t they say that if you want something done well you’ll have to do it yourself? The people of America are tired of asking for equal treatment regardless of race, nationality, or even status. They are tired of demanding that cops be held to the same standard as the people; that presidents be held to the same standard as the people; that the rich be held to the same standard as the people. You can only have citizens obeying laws that others break freely with little-to-no consequence for so long before you have an uprising. You can only have negative peace for so long before the water boils over and positive peace is demanded.

History is riddled with masses causing an uprising to combat what is seen as unjust. Our freedoms were gained by it. Our indepence was gained by it. And now, until those in power take action and move towards justice, the people will not stop. Martin Luther King Jr. would not be ashamed of the protestors, he would be ashamed of the fact that we are still protesting the cause he died for. Gandhi would not ridicule the methods, he would ridicule the country that has failed its people. Violence may not be the answer, but giving criminals power and locking up innocent people isn’t the answer either.

That doesn’t mean violence is justified, but if you want to know how to handle the violence of protestors, the best preventative measure would be handling the violence of the oppressors.


You Will Not Change the World

When I was younger, I remember reading the quote, “Those who are crazy enough to change the world are often the ones who do,” and I was instantly inspired. My pre-teen self was convinced that I would change the world because Bill Gates or whoever said that quote told me I could, and who was I to argue? And even as time passed, I held to that idea firmly because anything can happen if you really believe, right? And even though my concept of what it meant to change the world evolved and grew just as I did, the overarching idea of being able to accomplish change remained the same. I was hopeful that with the right mindset and the appropriate goals, I could fulfill this dream.

I’ve come to learn that the biggest problem with being full of hope is not the soul-crushing reality that the world is an unpredictable place and anything can change in the blink of an eye and there’s nothing you or I can do to stop that. No, it’s the way people around you insist fervently that, for means unique to them, your dream will not come true. And believe me, I’ve heard every thought, opinion, and idea, ranging from the well-meaning, “That’s nice, but why don’t you consider (insert alternate “reasonable” goal here) instead?” to the not-so-subtle “You don’t really think you can do that, do you?” And I don’t know about you, but the biggest struggle for keeping my dreams alive is the fight with which I have to maintain in order to not succumb to those who think their ideas are somehow more realistic or reasonable than mine, as if “reasonable” is the force driving me to hope in the first place.

But reasonable does not get you to heights never before seen.

Reasonable does not break records and encourage others to try harder.

Reasonable does not lead to great change.

I know that the doubt that shrouds my mind is not my own; it’s merely reflections of others who were too afraid to follow their own dreams and curiosities that they no longer see the point in others following theirs.

And maybe they’re right. Maybe you or I will never change the world. Maybe it is a lost cause and a dream that large is meant to stay just that: a dream. But the way I see it, the simple act of trying to create change is sometimes enough – and maybe that alone is all it takes to change the world.

So no, maybe you won’t change the world, but you can sure as hell try.

The Sun and the Moon

Sometimes I wonder if the sun ever misses the moon. In the rare moments where they meet or glance at one another from across the world, do they know how much time will pass before they meet again? Do they care? Or do they celebrate both their meeting and their divide without feeling sorrow in the time and space between them? I hope they do, and I hope I learn something from them.

Because my first thought in a moment that I recognize as fleetings is never celebration – it’s immediate longing. And as time passes and I come closer to the end of the season I’ve been living in for so long, I’m filled with an insurmountable longing that I can’t seem to shake, even though I know it’s a longing for things that haven’t happened yet. I feel myself missing moments and people and experiences despite the fact that they’re not gone. But the idea that someday they will be is too much for me to simply push to the side. And I know nobody wants to talk about it. But the incessant denial is only putting this feeling at a higher regard. It’s giving it the power it needs to grow rather than the care it needs to heal. It’s like ignoring weeds in a garden and expecting them to go away instead of sitting in the uncomfortable heat for long enough to just dig the damn weeds out.

And the truth is, I am both saddened and terrified at the thought of change. But when I think about the sun and the moon and the rhythm of the earth, I am comforted in knowing that nothing is meant to stay sedentary for too long and change always leads to a beautiful and natural evolution. I don’t think the sun ever misses the moon because it knows that in due time they will meet again. This is a lesson the earth teaches us time and time again and I am doing my best to learn it: that no matter the discomfort from growth and change, everything will work itself out in due time and just like the wonder that comes from the stars at night and the beauty that is revealed in the light of day, it doesn’t matter what you’re missing because something great is being experienced it its place.

Enough is Enough

I’m not one to lose my temper or raise my voice because anger is an emotion I rarely feel or give in to, but lately I have been angry all the time. And I’m angry because I simply don’t understand.

I don’t understand how when I tell people that part of my job includes me teaching in the county jail, the reaction I get is never “Oh good, those people deserve a good education!” but rather “You should invest in a gun,” or (more often) “Can’t you look for a new job?” as if the rights people are entitled to is dependent on whether or not they sleep behind bars.

I don’t understand how my choice to teach in a different country is seen as negligent towards my own country and offering help is only selfless if it occurs within certain confines. “Help” is only acceptable so long as it ensures that the majority maintains the status and popularity they have upheld for so many years. “Help” is only praised so long as it occurs within safe boundaries, despite the fact that the majority of the people in need of help need it specifically because of a lack of safety or security. “Help” is only help if it is approved of by a particular group of people, otherwise it is a waste of time.

I don’t understand how the students I work with, all of whom have some sort of disability, can break down in tears in the middle of class during a science lesson because they got an answer wrong. All because while they were being pulled out of class and not learning the same things as their peers, they were also missing out on learning how to believe in themselves and bounce back from mistakes. They had spent so much of their lives being told what they can’t do and letting their disability define them that when the time came for them to believe in themselves, they didn’t know how.

I simply don’t understand. And believe me when I say I’m trying to. I’m trying to practice empathy every chance I get and be mindful of the fact that people will act and think a certain way based on their own experiences and their own worldview. But when I go to work and hear about abuse and blatant racism in prison, then I go to my other students and hear about how their disabilities have led to them being stripped of opportunities, then I go home and listen to ridicule, doubt, and fear about my decisions, then I wake up the next morning to hear about yet another mass shooting, this time in my own hometown, I am more than just at a loss – I am enraged.

I don’t want to live in a world where money is more of a priority than humanity.

I don’t want to live in a place that advertises “all men are created equal” but forgets to mention that there’s a fine-print explanation of who qualifies for equality.

I don’t want to live among people who live in apathy while demonizing empathy.

So, I’m angry. I’m angry because we’re not doing enough. I’m angry because in all my efforts to understand, I have been enduring a hopeless search for insufficient answers. I’m angry because the system is broken and all we’re doing is patching holes in the roof instead of strengthening the very foundation that’s causing the structure to fall apart in the first place.  

I hope you’re angry too and I hope you let that rage fuel you in the fight for change.

Enough is enough.

21 Things I learned Before Turning 21

  1. Don’t be afraid to love. Love everything and love fiercly and I promise that love will always find its way back to you.
  2. That being said, do more of what you’re afraid of. Some of the greatest things happen just beyond that leap – just beyond your fear.
  3. Find the thing that grounds you – whether it’s a religion, a hobby, or otherwise – and invest yourself in it. Everybody needs a crutch.
  4. Spend more time outside. Feel the ground beneath you and the space around you. Let the earth make you feel small and humble you.
  5. Learn how to be present – whatever that means to you.
  6. Decisions are rarely hard to make, they’re just hard to do. Trust yourself and your insticts and go.
  7. Practice empathy every chance you get. You never know how far a little understanding can go.
  8. Become more self-aware. Learn about the who, what, when, where, and why that make up your being. Understanding yourself is peace.
  9. The opinions of others should matter, but not the opinions of everyone. Find your circle, learn who your people are, and trust what they have to say.
  10. Travel. Even if all you’re able to do is explore the cities around you, travel. There is too much life to be lived and too many things to experience. To do it all in one place would be a waste.
  11. Take advantage of the dull moments. Journal, meditate, exercise – don’t let spare time become wasted time.
  12. It’s never too late to reinvent yourself. Keep evolving into whoever your spirit is telling you to become and don’t stop until you can sit back and think, “this is who I’m meant to be.”
  13. Be nice. Just be nice. There is absolutely no reason for me to explain this. Be nice to strangers. Be nice to non-strangers. Be nice to someone even if they’re not nice to you. Just be nice to people. And don’t forget to be nice to yourself, too.
  14. Understanding your pain is the key to understanding happiness. Enjoy both.
  15. Things are almost never as complicated as they seem. Just trust that some things in life really are that simple.
  16. Remember that you’re not alone. It may not feel like it sometimes, but there will always be someone who understands.
  17. If somebody wants to be generous, let them. Don’t always fight it.
  18. Make goals for yourself. They can be as ambitious as a dream job or as simple as getting out of bed. Be proud of every accomplishment.
  19. One thing at a time. Focus on figuring life out one thing at a time.
  20. Have a mantra for yourself. Let it save you.
  21. It’s always a good day for a good day.

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