Mimesis

This poem got all “up in my feels” today. I couldn’t help but think of people all over the world who have been forced to leave their homes and countries because someone else decided their land had a “better use.” It makes my heart heavy knowing so many lives are turned upside down by the greed of others.

The trouble with waiting for greedy folks to get their comeuppance is this: I don’t want to be in hell with them just so I can say, “See, told you so.” And meanwhile, waiting for karma doesn’t do a thing for the people who are already fleeing and suffering right now.

The same can be said for our current immigration “program.” The White House — led by the likes of Stephen Miller — seems to treat it as a tool to push out anyone he deems undesirable. Which, in his world, is basically anyone who isn’t a white male. That means every person of color becomes a target. Every person who doesn’t speak English becomes a target. And under it all, again, is greed.

They like to dress it up as reducing crime, but that claim falls apart pretty quickly when you look at the folks they’ve chosen to pardon.

I’d like to believe there are more of us who would step aside — even give up something like biking for a while — if it meant creating space and safety for refugees and immigrants. Because at the end of the day, I think there are far more people willing to open their hearts than close their doors. And maybe that’s where the real hope lies.