We interrupt regularly scheduled programming for an off-topic note about cyber-bullying. Don't do it. Speak out against it. Talk to your kids about it. The hate thread about me that I mentioned a couple of posts ago has given me first-hand experience. Fortunately, I'm an adult, and it's not even a tiny blip on the radar compared to many of the things that I've been through in life; yet it was still painful and continues to be weird. And when I read in the news about the things that some people are doing, I feel tremendous compassion for those young people who can't live with the cyber-attacks on them.
If you participate in a campaign of hate against someone, involving tens or hundreds of people or more, you really don't know how it will affect them -- their lives, their families, their work. You'd better be sure that that kind of destructive negativity is what you want to engage in, and that you are justified in doing so (and I don't know how you'd justify it, frankly). And you can't blame the Internet for bullying; it's the people on the Internet who choose to act without dignity or integrity. I'm sure that the students who drove the Rutgers student to his death didn't intend that outcome; they can tell themselves that things got out of control. But the truth is that they are responsible for perpetuating hate.
Author William Rivers Pitt has written a beautiful essay, Come Wake Me Up, on Truthout. I'm recommending it to everyone today. I wish I could be as eloquent and gently insistent as he is in this piece, and as poetic. It's a message of love. And as Pitt says, it's not an answer, it's a beginning. It's a position we can choose to take in the world. Most of us are not evolved enough to make every action and every word loving, and we all make mistakes. But if we start from an intention to choose love over hate, and remind ourselves over and over again, and keep trying, then we'll each have a far better chance of ending each day without having destroyed someone else.
This was on the sidewalk in front of the Boulder Public Library yesterday. I don't know the artist, but if you know who made it, tell me and I'll credit him or her.
There's only one answer to hatred.......... love.
Posted by: Martine | October 11, 2010 at 11:50 AM
Not seeing the other person in the flesh, not seeing the face, the eyes -- this is a source of cruelty. Warriors who wear masks may protect their faces, but they provoke even greater cruelty from their opponents.
But if it happens, I better remember that these hostilities have nothing to do with me. They are a projection in my opponent's mind. If this person doesn't know me, what else can this be than a coincidental play of mind, a reflexion of her/his sick hatered? This makes it easier to just stop the communication and not react.
Posted by: Eva | October 05, 2010 at 03:24 PM
that is important: to end each day without having destroyed another. well spoken...k.
Posted by: kaiteM | October 03, 2010 at 10:05 PM
What a powerful essay, Elaine. Sometimes I despair of this world; my country Australia is no different and just now there is a great deal of opposition to the building of a mosque in our town - not a grand affair, just a simple building for worship and gathering. The level of ignorance is incredible and inexcusable and the kind of comments on the internet vary from belligerent to violent to just plain silly. It is sad because I thought we were a multicultural society but just beneath the skin we are very ugly.
Robyn Ayaz
Posted by: Robyn Ayaz | October 03, 2010 at 09:58 PM