Whatever Hurts My Brother

Caught a movie.

“Rob Peace” which was based on a true story.

It was a story that was right up my alley about a black man convicted of a crime he may not have committed.

I won’t give up much more, but early on, the founding statement of the boy’s prep school was:

“Whatever hurts my brother, hurts me.”

It’s a statement that seems lost in today’s world.

There certainly seems to be a true moving away from such a philosophy.

“I got mine, screw you!” 

Seems much more appropriate.

There’s a true nastiness afoot - especially on social media.

“Detach,” one friend said. “It’s the only way you’ll stay sane.”

He has a point.

I watched a white man in his mid-40’s at a Five Guys - the man felt that he was kept waiting too long:

“Let’s go, beaners! Give me my food before you all get deported.”

Another man went to a board meeting in his town. He explained that his community was being ruined by “N-words.”

Emboldened and entitled.

That hurts my brothers.

Such behavior hurts all of us.

It’s been a sad week.

Seems lawless, and people are being appointed to positions because they appear to be loyal to the hate.

Reparations for white men?

I saw that as being proposed.

And I’ve seen a whole lot of people speaking out about how “We need to get God back!”

Those who are using that as a crutch are doing so believing that Jesus was a gun-toting, white nationalist who despises all minorities.

If we truly want to get God back we need to think a little about kindness and brotherhood that includes all.

Downhearted a bit.

Not sure we will see it come back around.

“Rob Peace”

Good movie.

Great message.