If nine people willingly sit down with a Nazi there are ten Nazis at the table.
Like so many these days I have to deal with people I truly love turning out to be bigoted assholes. They have joined the Cult of the Baddies. I have to remind myself that I do not want to hurt them, but neither can I give tacit approval to their unhinged ideas.
I confess there's that part of me looking for schadenfreude, imagining groveling apologies and abject humiliation when my views are finally vindicated. I am only human after all.
We are called to look after one another, but not necessarily to sacrifice ourselves. Ultimately there is no self, but in this world of dichotomies I need to find a path that serves the needs of as many as possible.
So I am looking at this with compassion. If I contact any of these people I am not likely to avoid a confrontation which will only serve to further erode our relationship. Ultimately at this stage the kindest thing I can do is cut contact and remember this isn't out of anger. It is out of love.
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