Playing for Change: War/No More Trouble

Simply stellar.

Thumbs up for unity and humanity.

“Tolerance”: A Word I Don’t Tolerate

It never fails. Every time I converse with someone about inequality in the world, they always use the word “tolerance” to express how we should go about relating to one another.

Now, I don’t disagree that we must learn about each other and learn to live amongst each other in peace and harmony; this is not what I’m saying. I take issue with the word itself.

Who ever wants to be “tolerated“?

The use of this word supposes that a bigger, more powerful, dominant group, makes an effort to tolerate a minority group or someone of “lesser” value, so to speak. The word itself, to me, embodies the very definition of inequality. When I hear the word “tolerance”, I hear: “Oh, look at us! How good we are to put up with you when we really don’t have to. We’re doing you a favour by making a conscious choice not to run you to the ground. You’re so lucky to have us “tolerate” you.”

O.K., I might push the envelope a little, but I think you get the point.

Sure! Some might argue that this is a question of semantics, and that it really is not a big deal, but it makes me cringe.

I tolerate you.” Can you hear the condescension in that?

Let’s not teach “tolerance”. Let’s teach acceptance.

There is a BIG difference between the two.

“I accept you.” – Now THAT is nice, isn’t it?

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International Day for the Eradication of Poverty

Today, October 17th, is the International Day for the Eradication of Poverty.

Although I am quite aware of the statistics regarding global poverty, it is so far removed from my current reality; I have to make a conscious effort to remember – daily – that I am truly lucky to have the life that I have, including its “luxuries”.

I never have to worry about the roof over my head, about having enough food to feed my family, about having access to clean water and resources (like healthcare) that will allow my family to thrive, or even about having to use the toilet! I have the luxury of attending university and it is likely that I will be able to find a great job to support my family when I complete my studies. Should I experience the loss of a job, it is unlikely that it will put my family’s safety and well-being at risk, and it is probable that I would have access to the kinds of resources that could get me up on my feet again.

I am lucky.

I don’t have the time to organize fundraisers or volunteer my time to help families in need at this moment (believe me, I would if I could!), so I wanted to take a few minutes to do what I can do: spread the word.

Awareness is the beginning of everything.

My heart goes out to all the parents who have to see their children suffer, to all the children who are robbed of their innocence, to those who are sick and who do not have access to even the most basic health care, to refugees, war survivors and every other victim of poverty. Let us remember just how lucky we are, and work to create greater awareness.

Together, we can always make a difference; even the smallest action creates a ripple effect.