When I make my way through my American day, I don’t have to think about the way my skin color, or the style of my dress or hair, or my accent might be taken by my fellow Americans. But what if I did?
I don’t have to worry that someone’s phone call to authorities might lead to my deportation away from my family. What if I did?
I don’t have to fear for my sons that a chance encounter with law enforcement might kill them. What if I did?
I don’t have to worry that a friend or family member might succumb to addiction and death despite everything I did for them. What if I did?
I don’t have to think hard before choosing which bathroom to use, knowing the wrong choice could get me beaten up. What if I did?
I don’t have to check my wallet or the family budget before buying myself a cup of tea, or a muffin, or even dinner out, whenever the urge strikes. What if I did?
In each of these scenarios, I can imagine different responses, in thought or action or both, from the ones that flow from my usual cushy oblivion. I can imagine more involvement, yes. More self-education. But most of all, I don’t have to imagine, I FEEL more empathy, both toward people I am different from, and toward people with whom I deeply disagree.
So what? Still working on that one. Stay with me.