I have felt deep directed anger, seen fiery rage, and known a fear that crippled. I have been face to face with screening people. I have been hit, kicked and punched. I have been attached financially and professionally but I have never ever felt the intensity of hatred driven by fear -- until this recently. We had a show at the Nutter Center at Wright State University. On the first day there was a jazz concert in the main auditorium. The security guard said that overnight it would be transformed and another group was coming in. Saturday came and as I made my way to the potty, I heard melodic chanting coming from the big room and I saw beautiful women and children walking through the halls wearing silks rich with color. There was amazing energy there and smiles as they walked into the auditorium. Ive been in some wonderful worship services before -- this was one of them but I want standing outside. It felt wonderful as I listened and watched. And then in the restroom, I was asked if I knew what was happening. I said it was a prayer service. The woman was irate! Her fist clinched at her sides and she she stormed out the room. Then when I returned to our big room, I saw her husband working his way around the room from vendor to vendor. His eyes were black, his anger was deep and he was on a determined mission of hatred and was trying to build solidarity. He plan failed but he paced, declaring his position and his ability to do what he wanted because he had a dog and a gun. When I looked across the room at him again, I saw he wore shackles of iron that covered his body like a straight jacket. I wept. I couldnt believe his fear had blinded any objectivity and it laid a foundation long ago for a hatred and rage like nothing I have ever seen before. Even if he didnt agree with their prayer, he could have celebrated the freedom to worship.
Posted on: Sun, 05 Oct 2014 20:11:28 +0000
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