Being in Dakar, the home city of my husband, we had to visit the little Island of Goree. It is a short ferry-ride off the shore of Dakar, it greets us with it´s beauty; colorful houses, a cute little beach where children swim, fishing boats, streets full of paintings.
They were packed together in little compounds, families divided. The mortality rate was high, due to illness, or resistance, or suicide.
It reminds me also that slavery happens today. Every day, some place, someone is getting sold. It is gut-wrenching. I can not imagine how someone can justify buying or selling another person, and knowingly let them be mistreated. Mind you, we all mistreat others at times (oftentimes unknowingly), but in my life, lest that happen, that offended part can leave. We are free to speak up or to go.
I am sitting here trying to think of all the times a comment from me might have been offensive to someone. Because I am sure it has happened. I am trying to get better, but in order to do that I need to know what was offensive, I can not always be in the head of the receiver….
Change starts with yourself. I can sometimes be paralyzed by the horrors of this world, and think I can not change anything. But, what I can indeed change, is how I treat the world. Be nice to others. Pay it forward. Caring and respect are multiplied when shared!