I have boxes of books at the libary that I have been sorting through brought in by a woman looking to clear space three years after the passing of her husband. They had a lifetime together but, she doesn't really read the stuff he read so, she decided to donate his books.
As I am going through his collection I am discovering something rather unique about him. His reading choices span across all political, religious, and even social spectrums. In short order I have become rather impressed by this man.
Yesterday his widow came in with more boxes and I mentioned my observation to her.
I have a copy of the Koran that I am keeping because it has notes he wrote throughout. He believed in always looking at things from the perspective of the other side. It helped him as a leader and brought people together who would otherwise never consider that they share things in common.
I caught myself lamenting that I'd never met her husband.
I also caught myself feeling a sense of guilt. I am so angry anymore that I don't want to know or ever care why people voted for and continue to support #45. I have this overwhelming sense of, they're all stupid so they can go fuck right off without actually considering maybe,
I pride myself in engaging, in having the uncomfortable conversations; whether the topic be guns, god, abortion, whatever.
But dammit if I don't have the hardest time getting there with #45 supporters.
I have a copy of the Koran. I read most of it. I wanted to know if there really is much of a difference between Jews, Christians and, Muslims. There really isn't. Which makes the centuries of hate between them all so bizarre and confusing.
Maybe he had bridges even he couldn't cross.
Maybe I am just too lazy to try.
I have to let the dogs out and get to the libary.