When the majority gets a taste, albeit a very small somewhat fictitious taste, of what its like to be a minority it’s an uncomfortable shift.
No one is safe from the fracture of the patriarchal norm, and it’s not something that will go down easy.
No one likes to fall from grace, and this dismount is one that stems from decades of disgrace on the backs of those who are finally standing up.
From social justice movements like feminism and LGBTQ+, to racial justice movements like Black Lives Matter and Indigenous rights, North America is in a state of flux. A volatile but important occurrence as society continues to move forward.
What is happening today has been a long time coming. Social media has helped to open people’s eyes to the inequality that exists in our society and has made it hard to ignore.
No country on this planet is free from racism, sexism, bigotry, or hate, and the sooner we all accept that, as well as the responsibilities that come with it, the sooner we can all move forward.
For those who have never had to experience the unwarranted and crippling judgement that can come from simply being of another race, religion, gender, or sexual identification, it’s hard to sometimes understand the anger that bubbles to the surface.
The unfortunate side of the fight for equality plays out on our TV screens and computers like a violence fuelled nightmare.
Does it have to be this way? No, but it’s hard to control generations of hatred, fear, and ignorance, once it finds it’s way to the surface.
Those fears are not something new, however, they have been in the hearts and minds of minorities for far too long, only now do those who have comfortably sat at the top realize the damage it has done and the social structure it has created.
Classism often feels like racism, both bound so tightly to the other it is often hard to separate the two, while others seem unable to find their connection.
We live in a day where the battle wounds of our fight for equality are once again open.
Where there was once a peaceful “resolve” to the battles of the past comes a new futile forefront where the only hope to find peace is patience, understanding, and acceptance.
The acceptance of others, the acceptance of our differences, and the acceptance of our wrong doings are the only way to bring about the acceptance of peace.
We deserve a world, or at least a society, where the separation of minority and majority can barely be noticed. Where everyone is treated based on their actions and not the ignorance of others.
There is so much work that needs to be done on both sides of the battle and with fear and ignorance present on both; it’s hard to see a time in the foreseeable future when equality will be real.
I like to hope one day we can get there, but it’s a long journey we will each have to take and it is certainly not the path of least resistance.