Preface: I want you to know some things about the world that some people don't realize and that I've only come to understand within the past few months. I want to enable you to make good decisions--decisions that will change the lives of yourself and those around you. I want you to love those you teach and those who teach you (that should cover just about everyone). Be willing to learn. Be willing to be silent. Be willing to see past the superficiality that our culture is focused on. Look past it, and learn from it. Flourish in spite of it. Endeavor to change it.
Putting people in boxes was never something I had a problem with. I thought it was convenient, showed my interest in others, helped me to identify who they were based on our differences. I thought it was, in certain cases, a good thing, something that would help me to understand other people if I was able to know certain things about them: their religion, where they were from, sexual orientation, etc. I didn't realize that I did it because I thought I had the right to know. I had been conditioned to think that if they were different from me, then they owed me some kind of justification for those differences. I never had to explain why I was white, or a woman, or why I was dating boys instead of girls. The realization that I did this because I felt like it was owed to me never occurred to me. Comparison is something that we all engage in, something that I have struggled with and something you will struggle with throughout your life, whether that comparison is between you and your peers, those from your own culture, you and those of the opposite gender, from a different race, from a different social class--but that comparison automatically puts up walls, creating an "Us vs. Them" or a "them vs me" mentality. We can talk about tolerance all day long, but is that what we want? Christ never said "As I have tolerated you, tolerate one another. By this shall men know ye are my disciples, if ye have tolerance one to another." I guess what I'm trying to say to you is that categorization divides people. That's what segregation was in the first place, putting people into separate spaces physically. There's not a ton of difference if we are mentally segregated--if we can automatically assume certain things about people based on superficial knowledge.
That's why I'm writing this to you. I want you to learn this lesson quicker than I have, and preferably with less guilt and shame than that I've experienced. Our culture has this need to find out where things fit. In regards to literature, to genre, to mathematical equations, that's fine. I don't think it's justified to do that to people, not anymore. That's as hard to do as it is easy to say. But it's a start. Maybe if we say it enough, we'll believe it.
Letter #2:
There's another thing I've learned.
I'm white.
So, okay, I guess that's not really anything new, some huge revelation that will change the course of human history (or, really, anyone's history except mine and yours, maybe), but it's something that I've come to understand, to really realize the past couple of months. I'm white, and that makes a difference for me (for us).
I've never noticed how that made a ton of difference in relation to the majority of society (excluding certain places in the South). I honestly believed everything, or almost everything, these days was based on meritocracy. Honestly. And then I realized that that's not true. I have certain privileges because of something I have no control over--none. We talk about America being a place where one can be treated with equality and start fresh, with new opportunities and the ability to obtain upward mobility, where you can feel valued instead of discriminated against.
Bandaids. They're skin-colored, right? How convenient. The "nude"-colored crayon. Well, how nice for our coloring books. The easy ability to find hair products or make-up that's right for us. The fact that my hair, being straight, will be easily manipulated into "looking professional." I'm lucky. I've inherited (and will probably end up passing to you) this privilege of belonging to a race that has never been marginalized in the history of the United States. We look like the people in magazines, We look like the heroes in the movies, often even the ones about the marginalization of other races. We don't have the handicaps that come with being treated like three-fifths of a human being for hundreds of years.
I guess you could call white privilege a burden, if you're aware of it. How do you fix it? How do you provide equitable resources for everyone in order to remove the monuments that have served as your vantage points, but are stumbling-blocks for someone else? Human nature seems to fight that. If it's good for you and helps you get ahead, then it's okay, right? You have worked hard to get it. But there's a difference between privilege and merit. I think everything begins with listening. Hearing what the groups that have been marginalized have to say, but you have to listen with an open mind. Acknowledge to them that they're right, and then work with them to fix it. Provide them with the resources they want, not the ones you THINK they want. Admit it. Admit that you have the privilege, but don't do that as a way to assert dominance. Recognize it as something that inhibits another human creature from prospering. I'm just starting off. But you can do this. Take that inherited privilege from me and use it to give other people the capital they need to change their circumstances.
You'll figure it out. I have faith.
Letter #3:
Brazil was an interesting experience for me to evaluate post-mission. I'm sure you've heard the stories--mental hospitals, stalkers, drunken proposals, and astounding miracles. But I don't think you've heard it all.
When I first got there, it was hard for me to see this people as equal to me. They were shorter, darker, and spoke a different language. They didn't have very advanced jobs and lived paycheck to paycheck. They lived in houses without air conditioning, without classical novels, and without space to breathe or think. They spoke to each other in a language that I didn't understand very well, and they understood barely better than I did. They had poor dental care, limited access to healthcare, and easy access to drugs and alcohol. I couldn't understand them, and to me, that made them less intelligent. As my understanding of the language grew, my understanding, love, and admiration for them as intelligent, equal humans with insight, knowledge, and experiences that I simply didn't possess. They were kind and loving, openly loving, as opposed to the American culture.
I have realized that our mutual deficiencies put us on equal grounds, instead of me being higher than them. I realized that language, while it's a shared culture, the benchmark by which we judge our children, our intelligence, our background and culture, and if someone doesn't meet that benchmark, we assume they're unqualified to take part in any of it. There is a definite feeling in the US that if you come here, you have to learn English. That doesn't ring so true with me anymore. I hope you understand that language is fluid. It changes over time in multiple directions. So take it easy--if someone doesn't speak English to you, there are other languages in which you can communicate. I hope you never use superficial understanding of someone as a benchmark by which to judge them. Love them first. First understand them as human beings, and then understand them as beings with the same depth as you. Only then will you be able to understand what they're saying.
Letter #4:
I hope you know that I would do anything for you. Anything to help you, to support you, to encourage and guide you, to show you how I love you. There are people who aren't able to be so present in the lives of those who they love. I hope this won't be our case, but I want you to know that in the same way that I love you, other parents love their children. They might struggle to be able to buy things for them, to be able to attend parent-teacher meetings, to attend soccer games or pay for piano lessons. That doesn't mean their parents don't love them. Life is difficult. It throws curveballs and prevents and enables you. But these curveballs shouldn't define you.
Money isn't everything. It's a tool to enable you to accomplish things in life, but there are ways to survive and flourish without it. I hope you know that. I also hope you know that just because someone is poor doesn't mean the don't love their children. I hope you know that sometimes, people are happier without money than they are with it. I saw that a lot in Brazil. But it's not because they're ignorant. My father grew up in a poor family, but he's one of the most intelligent men I've ever met, and he has transformed his and my (and your) life.
One of the main messages of the Book of Mormon is that when you start mistreating the poor, neglecting and misjudging, that's when destruction happens, whether spiritual or temporal. I hope you take that to heart. Life isn't about money, it's about people. It's about learning, and there are ways to do that without money--people have learned since before the concept. Listen to them speak. Again. Don't assume because a parent has to work more and leave their kids home means that they love them less--on the contrary. It means they are trying to make a better life for them. Give people the benefit of the doubt. You'll be surprised how often you will find that you were right to do so.
Letter #5:
This is another hard thing to talk about, but what it really boils down to is respect. Understand that people need different things. You might need a God who leads you every step of the way--you might need Him so you can learn to trust Him. Or you might need a God who chooses to let you choose 100% of the time, so you can learn to trust yourself.
Respect and understanding. Words that are not only overused but underappreciated. It denotes honor and comprehension of sanctity. It entails kindness and acceptance. If someone doesn't want what you're promoting, then let them pursue the course that will lead them to the greatest amount of happiness. That's the most important thing. Want others' happiness, help them to get it, and then you'll be happy. True fact. One of life's most important lessons. Don't judge someone based on their beliefs. Don't enable others to inflict harm if they believe in inflicting harm, obviously, but look for the beauty in all belief. Look for sanctity in faith of any kind. Understand that it's probably as hard and fulfilling for them as it is for you. All faith is. Nourish others in their search for meaning. It's hard to reconcile missionary work and respect, but if you genuinely want someone to be happy, help them to find what they want. I have faith that that path will eventually be truth.
Letter #6:
Capitalism. Tricky topic. I go back and forth. What I've decided recently is that God knows best. The law of Consecration is by far the best plan for government that I've ever heard of. Forget socialism, forget communism, forget totalitarianism.
So. Humans. By living in a capitalist society, we tend to judge other humans based on their monetary value. Someone who's rich is appealing, someone who is incredibly intelligent and makes a lot of money or valuable contributions to society is attractive. Those who we do not see as making monetary contributions to society, we often see as worthless, or undeserving, or a money pit, in which we'll invest and invest and not get anything out of it. Why waste resources on someone who won't be able to take them and then sow them elsewhere in the world? This life is the time to prepare, right? So investing in others is never a bad thing. Learning to love someone and invest in them is never a bad thing. Learning to see the value in all human life, regardless of the state, is one of the aims of God--to bring about the immortality and eternal life of man. We can't help the Lord achieve that aim if we don't take it upon ourselves to learn to love those who need our help. This includes leveling the playing field. We need to provide them with the resources so that they can work themselves to obtain the aims that the Lord has set for us, or the aims that they choose to pursue. We can't define people by what they can and cannot do, but we have to recognize that we can't fix it. Unless fixing it is scientifically possible and a goal that they have, we can't assume that this is what defines them. We are defined by our accomplishments, our character, and our effort. Not by our abilities. We can't assume that everyone wants to overcome their disabilities, or that it's always possible. Just because someone as a physical disability doesn't mean that they are intellectually dysfunctional or lower-functioning (hello, Stephen Hawking). Believe that hidden pain exists. Someone's in a wheelchair and yet they can walk (like that substitute teacher I had in high school who everyone accused of being lazy, even I thought it once or twice)--well, you sit down while you are physically able to stand. Other people need accommodations in order to have the same opportunities, like, ahem, transportation.
But don't forget that hidden pain isn't necessarily physical. It's often mental, and we have a responsibility to recognize and take steps. Please, pay attention to the people around you. Don't hesitate, and be sure to listen when people speak to you. They might be trying to say something that they don't know how to express. Be kind. Believe in people. They may let you down, but you will never let yourself down.
Letter #7:
We have a responsibility to nurture the people around us, no matter who they are. I think the main thing that I have been able to overcome in my judgement of others is in regards to the LGBTQ community. Last semester I made a friend. We were on the same jujistu team and in a writing class together. I knew her before she became he, and that was a learning experience for me. Listening to his testimony of the gospel, listening to him talk about his mission experiences, and to his writing, and to his insight in an English class this semester, all of this listening really helped me to not only identify my own prejudices, misconceptions, and discomfort with the LGBTQ community, but I was able to better identify, with the help of a professor, how to respond, how to love, how to nurture, and how to help, if they need it. I learned that I owe the LGBTQ community respect, an open mind, and loving understanding. I am not a judge in Israel. That is an incredible blessing to me. I don't have to judge those around me and make them fix their sins--if they want my help, then I will give all that I have the capacity to give. But I can simply love. Knowing someone identifies in one way or another doesn't mean anything about their sins. There is room in society for them. There is (or should be) room in the church for them. There is room in our homes and in our lives.
Seek to support. Seek to encourage. Seek to help them find happiness in the ways they want. Loving someone brings them and yourself closer to Christ. Be a missionary insofar as they want to hear, but be a friend first and after, and don't be afraid to tell them that you love them.







































