Perhaps when life assignments were being handed out, George Floyd raised his hand for a Save the World mission. Or perhaps he was simply another unfortunate victim of racism, ignorance, and injustice, in the wrong place at the wrong time. Either way, his tragic death has given us the profound gift of awakening, and that makes him a hero.
His death sparked the fire of outrage that has blazed across the nation and spread across the world in sympathy and unification. It has opened our eyes to an awareness that we have a choice about whether we wish to turn to violence, destruction, and fear to make a point, or whether we will join as one and use our voice in peaceful, quiet protest against injustice, to open our eyes to see that there is a better way. What an amazing contrast.
Last night in Louisville, strangers linked arms and joined as one to create a human shield to protect a lone police officer in danger from angry protesters. Total strangers, black, white, hispanics, risked their own safety and broke from the crowd to help and protect the “enemy”. These courageous guardians join George Floyd as heroes.
This demonstration of kindness and humanity by strangers on behalf of another shines light on the fact that there is a chink in the armor of fear that creates an opening through which the light of love may emerge and give rise to an opportunity for the world to see through different eyes. The light beaming through the crack gives rise to the hope that consciousness is rising, and that soon the tide of protests will turn away from violence toward peace.
Though this man, along with so many others in the past, died needlessly, his death is not without meaning, for it shows us a picture of what a peaceful transformation looks like. It invites us to hold our government accountable to its citizens for actions and inactions, justice and injustice, to use our voice as one humanity to insist on finding a better way.
Last night in a dream, I observed a man standing knee deep in a lake. He was staring down at his feet, awed by the sight of a carpet of gold as far as the eye could see glistening beneath him. Instead of running off in a frentic search for a bucket and shovel to scoop up the gold, he simply stood quietly enjoying the gift of the beauty that surrounded him.
Perhaps such a dream is nothing more than the figment of a wishful imagination. Perhaps it represents an exaggerated version of the new world that we are hearing so much about these days. I like to think of it as a picture of where we are going. I like to hope that we are on our way to living the dream of a new world in which the reasons for protests over injustice no longer exist, where peace and harmony rule the day, I like to think that the senseless death of this man is the catalyst that will move us toward that day.
The greater our ability to focus on the goodness and beauty surrounding us, the greater our awareness that we are capable of choosing our future. The legacy of George Floyd’s sacrifice gives new meaning and purpose to the importance of our decisions that we make, and open our eyes to our choices.
The world needs hope. Please spread the legacy, share on Facebook, retweet, pass along to friends, send love and light to help stamp out fear.
To resurrect a mantra from the 60’s, make love, not war.