I don’t know if everyone has heard. but the newest Miss American is an Arab terrorist who should be making a sandwich at Subway while at the same time, asking in a very obsequious fashion, if you would like a Slurpee. Oh, the ignorance.
I am not stunned that there are people out there who cannot accept that people who appear differently from the stereotypical image of American that they hold in their heads exists. This I know from personal experience. If I had a nickel for every time someone inquired about where I am from, and was not satisfied with the 100% true fact that I am from Chicago, I would have at least $50 in free money, if not more. In my youth, it bothered me to the point where I was tempted to go around and ask random people who fit the image of “American” where they were from and demand to know their ethnic backgrounds, but thought better of it. After all, what would that really accomplish?
Getting back to Miss America, my radiant and super talented sister posted an interesting article which I will share with you here. In this article, we can see that the common problem with all of the ignorant masses, despite what country they reside in,is that they are too busy judging what is acceptable to be aesthetically or morally pleasing. There is judgement in America, in India, and in any place between the two.
I know that it is human to have some form of bias. In my opinion, the intelligent and wise individual will try to challenge themselves to overcome what biases they may be inclined to hold. I often want to deport stupid people, because I judge them. I will admit to it. But more often than giving stupid people the cold shoulder, I try and be gentle with their feelings and help them along to see how they might be able to learn more. If they don’t understand or if I feel that it will be hurtful, I try to refrain.
It seems to me the the world is too busy dwelling in the world of black and white, right and wrong, beautiful and repulsive. Miss America is too foreign. People are intelligent or stupid, are too fat or skinny, too fair or dark, etc., etc. Judgment is rampant. But who is qualified to answer for all? Who is in charge of deciding what is too beautiful, too dark or too foreign? Why is there even such a thing as a beauty contest?
I even will say that people judge themselves too extremely. I know I have my list of things that I feel I am the best at, as well as a longer list of things that I feel I am performing inadequately. We are our own harshest critics for the most part, right?
Since I have been reading about this issue and the idea of judgement stirred in my brain, one of my favorite quotations by Jalal-ad-Din Rumi has been churning, over and over through my thought process. “Out beyond ideas or wrongdoing and right doing,/ there is a field. I will meet you there”. Which I have always felt means that there are things that transcend judgement and that is, perhaps, where one might encounter the divine.
We are what we are. None of us is better or worse than the others out there. We do not get to define them in any way, but we do, because we are human.
But “out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and right doing there is a field” and I aspire to meet you there.