I was astounded to read all over the web today [see: http://mic.com/articles/106442/australians-show-the-world-exactly-how-to-respond-to-terrorism-with-ill-ride-with-you%5D about the tremendous coming-together of hundreds of thousands of people in support of Muslims everywhere after an ‘Islamic State’ story again gripped the imaginations of millions.
Responding out of nothing but unconditional love and devotion, hundreds of thousands joined the #IllRideWithYou movement, with many disclosing details about their bus, train or tube journeys and that any vulnerable person may happily join them on their journey and feel very much supported.
As a long-term supporter of Islamic freedom from discrimination, it felt like today was an absolutely momentous day for Islamic communities around the world (even if in just a small way). I remember having arguments in my Sociology classes at aged 16, some 8 years ago, about the unjust discrimination against Islamic people. I’ve fought it consistently for all of my adolescent and adult life. There has never been a doubt in my mind that the Muslim people must be loved, just as with any people, and maybe especially much so because of the treatment that they so often receive. It has always felt like a critical cause for the state of civilisation.
And here we stand, on the potential edge of civilisation. I just read about how a GM crop of corn has wiped out about 37 million bees in Ontario, Canada [http://earthweareone.com/37-million-bees-found-dead-in-ontario-canada-after-planting-large-gmo-corn-field/]. This will probably go largely unreported – because, well, it only amounts to about 600 hives and I guess it’s when billions of bees start dying that we start to care – but it’s just as valid of a depiction of the apocalypse, the great unveiling (from Greek apokalyptein, to ‘uncover’). We’re able to see the world for what it is through the great tragedies that unfold.
I have experienced kinds of realisations relating to people and environments, to humanity and what ‘humanity’ entails, and to cognitive understandings and responses to ‘the moment’. We just can’t love enough. There’s so much that needs to be worked on, the situation is rather urgent, but we’re still get lost…trapped somewhat…in our own minds, our own sufferings, our own inner turmoils and torments. I see in people all around me that the attitudes towards really changing things in lives and surroundings is flustered by the tribulations or desires that we get ourselves lost in. There are very very few people that I could see chaining themselves to a building for something that really mattered. If we see that a rape is happening right in front of us, would we not intervene, stop it, because it is so bloody wrong?
I see the world being raped of it’s naturally loving nature. I see that through such campaigns as Islamophobia and the wars that it unfolds, through the damaging attitudes of the wilderness we have been forced to believe because of ‘needing to cultivate the world in order to sustain the human population’, through limiting ours and our brothers and sisters’ beliefs through dogmatism (be it religious or atheist/non-secular), through fierce domestication/consumerist extremism (to the point of everyone having to living in concrete shells, with street lighting blocking any understanding of natural darkness, and pollution clouding our minds, hopes and dreams, and plagueing ourselves in this cell of a career-orientated life with our outward-stretching wings clipped so short that we can never possibly fly free), we are blocking the naturally-occurring sweetness from even existing in life. If we are to discover anything more than the shell within which we’ve been told to live (physically, spiritually, and symbolically), we drop it all and venture immediately into the little wilderness that we still have left in this world, and reach our arms out and embrace every human and non-human that comes our way, and welcome them into our ever-growing family.
This #illridewithyou campaign has ignited something. I feel it. I hear it. The tears that streamed down my cheeks a few hours ago upon reading about the universal and unconditional love that is finally publically showing itself en-masse are tears of compassion, the kind of compassion that a revolution is wholly based upon. And, the brave amongst us will chain ourselves, throw ourselves down and through everything, to bring this change about, to spread the love as a wildfire. The brave amongst us will tear apart this system of fear and repression, replace it with our own that is not a system and nor can be pieced together. Know that true love is the light in my sister’s darling eyes.
When the world is sick
can’t noone be well,
but I dreamt we was all
beautiful and strong.