It’s the darnedest thing! The more I observe people, the more I understand this one thing. When people lash out and try to break others with their brokenness, they are really calling other what they are. Some people stay projecting their deficiencies in ways that Samsung would drool over. The harder task being to fix oneself, too many revert to the most childish insults in order to make themselves feel better by trying to conquer others. But this is a fool’s errand; though ad hominem attacks and petty antics might feel good for the moment, in time the same tongue that is used to demolish others will destroy the tongue owner.
We live in an age of rank pettiness as the zeitgeist calls for burning each other with fiery rhetoric—look no further than our clown president as proof that we live in the age of toddlers. The more time passes, the more people get petulant as they use words that were once reserved for elementary students. Sophomoric demeanor is the new virtue as people justify hatred by telling themselves that they are just giving just desserts to trolls who deserve it. Everyone claims to be a victim responding back but no one says that they are the trolls; this is how trolling has become the new normal as words are used to hurt and reduce others.
I’m not preaching here, I too once was part of this foolish endeavor. There was a time I would size up anyone who dare come at me sideways and send them back with their pride decimated. The same gift that I have to connect with people on an emotional level I used in the past to verbally pulverize anyone who had the temerity to shine at my expense. I actually used to revel in putting trolls in their place; I childishly proclaimed that I would give people the “Desta treatment” as I made an example of one person in particular who had the audacity to insult me and my family in a public forum. In my mind I was doing the right thing; if people came at me with a matchstick, I returned back verbal bazookas in order to educate trolls not to be hateful.
But fighting hate with hate is like fucking in the name of virginity. This is a take on a George Carlin joke but it could not be any more true. It is the height of idiocy to revert to the immaturity of others in order to teach them a lesson. I would say that I was throwing my pearls before swine, but in reality maybe it was me seeking swine before pearls of this world. I chose to go ham instead of giving the treasure of grace to others who were only doing what they did because they were broken internally. To this day, this is what I struggle with the most; as jovial and convivial as I am with people, my kindness gets inverted and I see red the minute I see others trying to diminish me.
But this too is brokenness; I should not give that much power to people who don’t have any significance in my life. Who cares if some fool things he is better than me or if others think I am stupid. People have a right to be ignorant but that does not mean I should give allowance for the myopia of others to bleed my happiness. One of these days I will tell my full story when God gives me enough wisdom and the words to properly convey my two year journey. You see, as much as the malice of others led to my exodus, it was equally my need to get the last word that paved the way for struggle to darken my doorsteps.
Be careful the words that you choose is the advice I am imparting on you as well as myself. In time, there is a price to be paid for using our tongues as blowtorches. Whether we are the offenders or the responding party matters little, it is best to stow away malicious words and encounter enmity with a big smile and an even greater grace. To do the opposite is to invite hate into our hearts; given enough time, the hatred we spew outward will eventually consume us inward. Forgiving is for ourselves as much as it is for others; holding on to anger and spite destroys happiness and eventually will lead all who partake in a venture of vengeance bitter and all alone.
To this day it never fails; every time I post an article on social media, there is always one person who says something like “put your tinfoil on” or “did you escape from the hospital” as these people think they are Imhotep reinvented by choosing to make fun of people who have mental illness. But here is a universal rule, people dimwitted enough to insult others with allusions to mental health are always talking about themselves. Each time I go to the profile of people who make such comments, I shake my head as these people have pictures that conveys some deep level of disturbance and arrested development. If only I could go back to the times that I chose to lambaste those who tried to throw verbal acid at me. They were only saying what they were saying and choosing the words subconsciously that spoke of their own anguish. Even now, I have a long ways to go before I return malice with kindness.
We live in a political and social climate where spewing hatred and antipathy is accepted as a norm. We have a president who goes on Twitter and throws tirades befitting a toddler and political leaders and pundits on all sides who follow in the same footsteps. In each instance, everyone claims they are just responding and points the finger outward. Adults are lacking, we are led by a bunch of infants and then we wonder why the world is rotating on fire. Instead of pointing fingers and saying “not me”, how about we lead by being graceful in the face of those who are hateful.
Next time someone comes at you with hateful words and tries to ruin your day with their bullshit, just remember they are only attacking you because they are broken inside of themselves. Be forbearing and as much as possible and be kind to people who choose hatred instead of love or opt for bitterness instead of happiness. When you sink to the level of those who choose animus and pejoratives, you are making their day; the best revenge is to be kind to those who are full of odium. But let me not pious, I myself have a long way to go on this road of forgiveness. Just be more observant next time, like really focus on the insults people choose to attack others, and hot damn if you will not notice that they are only calling others what they are themselves—they are calling you what they are. #WhatTheyAre
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Teodrose was born in Ethiopia the same year Emperor Haile Selassie was deposed by the communist Derg junta. The great grandson five generations removed of Atse (emperor) Tewodros Kassa II, the greatest king of Ethiopia, Teodrose is clearly influenced by the history and his connection to Ethiopia. Through his experiences growing up as first generation refugee in America, Teodrose writes poignantly about the universal experiences of joys, pains and a hope for a better tomorrow that binds all of humanity.
Teodrose has written extensively about the intersection of politics, economic policies, identity, and history. He is the author of "Serendipity's Trace" and newly released "Soul to Soil", two works that inspect the ways we are dissected as a people and shows how we can overcome injustice through the inclusive vision of togetherness.
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