Pain allows me to see more
I don't know how to start this conversation. I have been wanting to write instead of just reposting articles on Facebook and Twitter. Life is changing rapidly, and bad news has flooded every social media platform. Without spending all day studying and researching, my limited knowledge became an inability to speak.
First of all, with the new president in place and all of his questionable actions, it doesn't affect my life, at least not for the moment. I can just live my life like I used to. Get coffee with friends, explore the city taking mundane pictures, or just go travel to enrich my life. However, it doesn't affect me doesn't mean I should be ok with it and not doing anything.
Many of my friends have expressed how tired they are to see reposted articles on social medias. This kind of righteousness "negativities" has become so unbearable. Why don't we just show our love in real life? Be kind to people around us. Sure, that sounds good, but is this enough? Do you think by doing this it is sufficient to get the country to a better place? I have been trying to practice that in my daily life, but influencing people in real life takes a long time. There are a limited number of individuals I meet daily, and often I don't have many friends who need my positive influence or who have an opposing political view. Therefore I decided to write down my thoughts to share it with you. I am nowhere near a good writer, but I speak genuinely, and I hope my words provide you a slightly different perspective of things.
In Malaysia, we have immigrants, and often they are treated poorly, much worse than what I had been through here in the United States. I wasn't involved with the immigrant community when I lived in Malaysia. Back then, reposting article wasn't a thing. Newspapers did not cover too many unfortunate events that were related to the immigrants. I lived my daily life without spending time thinking about discriminations or the unfair treatment they faced in their life. To tell you how ignorant I was, I only learned about the definition of discrimination after I moved to the US. Position switched, I became an immigrant. Sometimes people mistreated me, and they didn't even realize it. I was publicly discriminated multiple times, and it was painful. I was traumatized and am still struggling. Life has its funny way to help us grow. When it is not happening to us, we think people are just whiny talking about it. Sometimes we wonder why these people don't have better things to do in their life. One day, luck may go away, and when we take the stage of an unfortunate event, we realize how painful or how helpless it can be.
I urge you to try putting yourself in those people's shoes. If you have family members detained at the airport and the government was going to deport them, how would you feel? Would you still choose to be the three wise monkeys and turn a blind eye?